The basic requirements for the existence known as Nature Spirits were more or less the same across the Multiverse.
But in a hellhole like Toril, encountering even one such opportunity in a hundred thousand years would be difficult.
If one truly emerged, the Nature Pantheon would certainly bring her directly into its Divine Kingdom, perhaps even elevate her to a subordinate god.
Yet Telashir had so many Nature Spirits that they could actually be harmed by humans.
Those fellows from the Elven Pantheon, even if they had merely watched the Hunting Goddess court death and had not dared lay a single finger on those Nature Spirits, had still lost quite a bit of fortune, hadn't they?
Not to mention the few Dwarf Gods who had acted alongside the Hunting Goddess. They had died even more miserably... The Hunting Goddess did not seem to have been the one who ultimately delivered the killing blow, so she had fared slightly better. After all, she really was foolish, and the hunting domain had also granted her considerable immunity.
Besides, that deer probably was not entirely without issues either.
Telashir's Nature Spirits were not inherently purely good. Their different animal incarnations also revealed their differing inner natures.
Although Hill never admitted it, his Alice would never belong to the Good Alignment anywhere.
Cats were actually very cruel animals. They merely looked adorable because they were not powerful enough.
But they were not entirely without feelings. At the very least, they knew how to cherish creatures within their own territory, and they could be considered respectful and devoted toward powerful beings who sheltered them.
Deer, meanwhile, were the typical sort with excessive curiosity and a real talent for sticking their antlers where they did not belong, poking around everywhere... Thus, among the prey listed beneath