mere wanderer

The giant looked surprised at his tree-leaping skills, and well he looked down at her from a safe height, he could read a hint of curiosity in her hostile gaze. “I was making sure you wasn’t dead.” He explained, like that was reason enough for tossing pine cones around. He settled more lazily on his chosen branch, curling his tail underneath it, with his paws set for balance and ease. His little furry face was still hanging upside down to look at her, and she didn’t seem too keen herself on moving. Maybe that was the cold, the North might have trees, but it sure didn’t have the tropical weather he was use to. He sure hoped he wasn’t going to be stuck up here in Winter Wonderland.

“Whyda stay on the ground like that?” he countered as she mud-trudging giant asked him about his trees. Honestly, he only set foot on the ground when he absolutely had to. When there were trees around, he stuck to them. The ground was vulnerable, and icky. It was on the ground that that slave-trader Valk had gotten one over him.