The Sentinels timidly, into a garden

it was a tragedy that something so magnificent should fall to the biting heat of the flame. it was not the first that he had seen of such devastation. for whatever reason, it was the only one that had touched him in such a way. though he was capable of imagining another time, anti found it quite difficult to see the woodland as anything more than it was in that moment; a memory of something from long before. he could not help but to wonder if there had been anyone living there when the fire had swept through, or if it had simply been another piece of the world that had been taken by chance. it was all too saddening for him to continue thinking of it, but the timing of that realization was met with the voice of a stranger who called out to him. the guardian turned his head and latched his foggy gaze with the approaching beast.
 
a question was left for him to answer. she wondered if he lived there. anti shook his head slowly, glancing back toward the devastated wood with a small frown. he assumed she had wished to know the answer to that question so that she might draw closer to him. the mute feared she would turn away when she realized that he did not speak. so, the volgra did what he could to appear welcoming. her tone was pleasant, and her figure did not suggest any imminent threat to his wellbeing. there was a waver of his tail between his hocks and a glimmer of curiosity in the dull grey of his sights. his expression was one of expectance. anti wished for her to continue speaking or asking. he would do what he could to oblige any request she had.