Two Rivers Isle i am she who betrays blood for a little bit of kingdom

Sorry for the wait!

The cogs in Grievous' head started turning faster. He was Rolodexing through memories and forging new visions almost simultaneously, and when he looked at Thyri he saw in her the perfectly jagged edges that would need to be smoothed and hardened to forge a weapon unlike any had ever seen. Once he could instill in her the idea that she should never fear entering a situation with her supreme ability to escape it, she would be as unstoppable as he. If not more so. He didn't respond to her verbally - often letting conversations fade this way - but he smiled a toothy Cheshire's grin as the first shadow of the shadewood reached out to cloak them.

Immediately he was glad to have the sun off his dark spine. The wolf stretched slightly into his slow lope, giving his pelt a shake as if he thought a few unwelcome sunrays still clung to him. The evergreens and semi-deciduous plants grew thicker the further they traveled into the soft umbra of trees. Life fled around them, and the sound of water snaking towards the ocean seemed to be a distant and omnipresent melody. The forest was teeming, and it was sheltered. The canopy was just tall enough to keep the place from feeling claustrophobic, but Grievous wouldn't have minded in any regard. He was a wolf bred of the mountains, the blackwoods, and the sea. No amount of space (open or enclosed) seemed to bother him.

He let her take it in but a moment, before musing: no season here spent will be in want for anything.