The Sentinels yuletide wine

He found a few boughs, coniferous with some large pinecones scattered, and managed to obtain them for his own contribution. He carried them and made his way to the rest, arriving and standing to observe the event for a moment, thoroughly amused. He didn't understand but he didn't need to. The sight still made him glad.

His tail waved happily in greeting as Osprey approached, and he dropped his boughs to answer and to give an affectionate touch of hello. "Not sure." He wondered if it was an offering of sorts. He knew little of Lasher's beliefs, but with his own gods, gifts were a generally accepted practice. One he'd ignored of late. "The 'what' is decorating. The 'why' I don't know." Picking up one of his branches, he looked for a spot where it would fit in, and spotted a tree a short distance away that looked promising. He walked over and attempted to prop the bough up among the roots. Wedging it in, he stepped back to admire some of the handiwork, enjoying the different tidbits others had found before returning for another branch.