The Heartwood I've been cold, I've been merciless

He looked down at the woman as she became more comfortable, it was easy company. Something he was glad to be apart of. With a content sigh he leaned against the tree once more. "Night time is an interesting part of the day." He conceded thinking his favorite time.

"Before leaving home, midday was my favorite time." Sia took a moment to look around, taking in the sights and sounds of the night around them. He could hear the hoots of a strange bird in a tree not far from them, and the scurrying of small creatures on the forest floor. "Night if still full of life here in the Wilds. In the arctic, once the sun sets so do the living creatures. The deepths of night are to cold to be out and about." Nodding his head he returned his green gaze to the woman, his friend.

"Noon was my favorite as it was when you would find the most life on the surface. Birds high in the sky, and hares scurying about." He supposed that now her would have to find his new favorite time of day. Perhaps the chilling of night would be a good time to pick.