Mount Apikuni It’ll all be alright in the end.

Grezig sat down when Elixir began to speak. She wanted to laugh at the wolfdog for her naiveté, but she didn’t. Perhaps it was herself who was naive. Perhaps, in some ways, Elixir was wiser than she was. There was nothing wrong with finding the world beautiful, as long as you could understand that it wasn’t always beautiful. Grezig took a deep breath through her nose and looked around, trying to see the world through Elixir’s eyes, but all she saw was… tree, tree, tree, hill… fading into nothingness on the horizon. What good was a view? You could not eat it, or use it for shelter. She shrugged, giving up. 

“Well, at least one of us can find some use for the view,” she said, her voice a bit sarcastic, but with a hint of something like sadness, as if she really cared about the fact that she couldn’t see the beauty in things. Truthfully, she didn’t really care. When Elixir spoke of the stars and moon, she recalled a vague memory of their first conversation. “You… like the stars and things, don’t you? I think you told me that.” Trying to find something that she could contribute to the conversation, she said, “Do you like hunting? Or fighting—well, sparring? No one liked fighting, unless they were crazy, but she was sure many wolves enjoyed the exercise that came with a good spar.