At SweetWood, during Freedom Festival, T-Roy's daughter found a large moth with a torn wing. It was obvious the moth wasn't going to survive for long like that. She and T-Roy let me accompany them down to the circle, where we stopped at each quarter to honor the directions (north, south, east, west) and left the moth at the bottom of the west shrine. They put a little water into one of the shells for it. I went back some time later that day and it was still there.
