Strange Bark Inscription

Blessings of the ancestral spirit! Do I really talk that much? Why won't anyone in the tribe ever finish listening to what I say? Huh? Seriously?
It's not my fault I was born with sharp ears! I can hear every little household whisper at night, even when the wind is still. Honestly, isn't that a gift from the ancestral spirit too? Right? Right?!
I once read in an old scroll about people like me. They were called "Truth Listeners," I think? Said to have a knack for remembering things. Maybe that means I'd make a good Dusk Priest someday... Except I'm really bad at scolding people. Too soft.

Fine... Since no one wants to hear me ramble, I'll just carve it into this tree. No one comes around here anyway. I'll write just for me. Better than keeping it bottled up until I explode.

Harvest Moon - Day 17
Ugh, you won't believe this! I overheard Iruka getting scolded today. Hah! Serves him right! He ate all the Elder Pine I'd spent so long gathering. One gulp!

Frostfall Moon - Day 3
(The carvings are shallow, like someone hesitated to write them.)
Heard something big today. Seems like High Priestess Yaretsi and the Chieftain had a real fight.
I wasn't close enough to catch everything, but I heard words like... "Asterleeds"... "join forces"... and "White Wolf"...
They were shouting pretty hard. I was scared I'd hear something I wasn't supposed to, so I ran. Fast.
Hope everything's okay!!!


Frostfall Moon - Day 4
Word is Asterleeds and Byrnhald have gone to war. Could it be because of that? Oh ancestral spirit...
Please bestow your blessing upon Kanamia.


Deepwinter Moon
Iruka... Yaretsi... they're all...
On a night like this, not a single star in the sky.
A tribe like this... feels far too quiet.