(The Wild Goat of Demira) - "In the bitter years of the Great Famine, when fields withered and rivers thinned, the people of the high valleys called upon the Divine, but no answer came. Crops failed, animals vanished, and the nights grew cruel. Yet upon the cliffs above the starving village of Maeron, there stood a lone Wild Goat — shaggy, unyielding, proud. No trap caught her, no arrow felled her. Still, she returned each dawn, standing watch, her breath steaming in the frost. One morning, the villagers awoke to find bundles of wool and trails of milk left near their homes. The goat had not abandoned them — she had shared what she could. Those who followed her trail found hidden grazing pastures, long untouched. There, they tended her kin, learned her ways, and shared in her warmth. They survived that year. And the next. And the next. Blessed by wool, heat, and milk. Since then, the Wild Goat has been named Demira's Chosen, a symbol of quiet mercy and fierce endurance. Her horns are carved on lintels, her milk poured in springtime rites, and her wool woven into garments for the sick."
Revered in Gallia during the longest night of the year through the Consecration of the Goat Mask. Honoring the goat as a steward of souls as they pass through the cycle of life and death, as guides from Meirothea.