Silvertip Mountain but what's inside you?

i did not, ridgeback admits, with a cursory glimpse at the shimmering quartz veining thru drab grey rock before fiery gaze flickers and lingers back upon the stranger. ridgeback tries to visualize what it would look like — no doubt a mess, at least at first — and finds that try as he might, he cannot. still, he cannot pretend that he isn't fascinated by the idea. i'll have to give it a try. when — if — he ever settled down ...and by settle down it is meant joined a pack ...he thinks he would like to try his paw at that. at creating a frankenstein tree of his own, if only to see what the end result of his creation might be. lets. ridgeback murmurs in agreement, chest puffing slightly as he draws in a breath and holds it before after a small exhale, gestures for the stranger to take the lead.