Sun Mote Copse The Art of the Dinner Date

"When I say "reborn" it is a metaphor. The trees here - they are not actually dead during winter. They enter a deep sleep - that's, what hibernation is -  and next spring - you will see it yourself - the leaves will grow again," Wraen explained and chuckled at the idea of a tree doing the same shake wolves did. Now that would be a sight she would like to see.

"Umm... I think wind does the shaking for them," she offered and just like that a gust of wind blew threw the nearest trees and a light shower of leaves fell all around them. "See?" she eyed one leaf that had landed on her snout curiously and shook her head. "However, when a tree is dead it stays dead. Just as any other living thing in the world that has run out of it's time. Do you know, where the tree is the most vulnerable? Even the huge ones?"