Inner Peace?
Kai
01-26-2020, 04:12 PM
Kai wasn't totally sure what Aerndis was doing, but regardless he had no issue with her marking one of these trees. The act was mostly harmless - now, if she was trying to find a way to kill the thing, he might have a problem with that.. depending on his mood. And lately he was far more likely to feel empathy for ancient trees like these than he would for most living wolves, but he had a feeling Aerndis wasn't any sort of tree-killer. Not that he knew much about her at all. Even their meeting, many years ago, had been fleeting. They'd met in the north... somewhere. Though her face was something he knew he couldn't ever forget, he couldn't recall now exactly where they'd met or what they'd talked about, which led him to believe it hadn't been much more than casual conversation.
"I've been better, but such is life," he answered her conversationally. He didn't particularly feel like dwelling on what was or wasn't going well in his own life, since deep down he knew he was the master of his own destiny, the decider of his fate, and his circumstances were as much his fault as anyone else's. "I spend most of my time in the north now. It suits me best. What about you? Is the north your domain?" The way he grinned, mirthful and full of light, was a far cry from how dreadfully somber and angsty he'd been feeling lately, and for a moment he found himself remembering what life had been like before Tyranis, before his heart had been shattered, before he'd been made a prisoner. Things had been somehow so different then..
"They must be quite old. It's not often you see trees this big," he observed, moving toward it and tracing around the trunk with one of his tusks. There wasn't much else growing here, save for the bits of moss and smaller trees that managed to spring up from the shelter of the foliage provided by the redwoods. Though most branches were far higher than either of them could reach, they were plentiful as they grew up towards the sky, blocking out much of the natural sunlight from reaching the forest floor.
"I've been better, but such is life," he answered her conversationally. He didn't particularly feel like dwelling on what was or wasn't going well in his own life, since deep down he knew he was the master of his own destiny, the decider of his fate, and his circumstances were as much his fault as anyone else's. "I spend most of my time in the north now. It suits me best. What about you? Is the north your domain?" The way he grinned, mirthful and full of light, was a far cry from how dreadfully somber and angsty he'd been feeling lately, and for a moment he found himself remembering what life had been like before Tyranis, before his heart had been shattered, before he'd been made a prisoner. Things had been somehow so different then..
"They must be quite old. It's not often you see trees this big," he observed, moving toward it and tracing around the trunk with one of his tusks. There wasn't much else growing here, save for the bits of moss and smaller trees that managed to spring up from the shelter of the foliage provided by the redwoods. Though most branches were far higher than either of them could reach, they were plentiful as they grew up towards the sky, blocking out much of the natural sunlight from reaching the forest floor.
