Silvertip Mountain but what's inside you?

ha. you know, you might be onto something there. he swerves and brushes against the wall. it's all very methodical. take care of it until you die...then get your kids to take care of it...then their kids... his voice trickles off into a pensive hum. one day you'll have this massive tree. you could get lost in the branches, even.
it did feel nice.
it felt nice to have a conversation like this. building up from a completely blank slate— it calmed him. unfettered from any previous impressions. seeing how far he could stretch the truth before it broke and snapped back at him.
he's pleased at the fact that ridgeback has remembered his little tale of the patchwork tree. he allows himself the liberty of a single swish of his tail.