“It seems my friend is in quite a festive mood as well,” he chuckled, looking out at the great forest that extended as far as the eye could see. “I mean, making such a vast wood dance...”
Tine, hearing those words, looked toward the forest as well. As one of the Protectors of the Land, she soon realized what was happening. The whole forest was shifting and rustling as if it was a single creature.
“Your friend?”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 6 ("Day 1, Noon")