Jade Fern Grove a graveyard of stars

no problem!

kvasir was not so wrapped up in his consideration of the blooms and how to safely remove them that he did not hear the heavy footfalls of approach. even so, it is not until the voice reaches out into the space between to emit the silence that previously existed that kvasir's head lifts and his attention — temporarily — shifts. mismatched eyes of the silencer spares the stranger a cursory glance, volleying between his current dilemma and the stranger before finally, coming to rest upon the stranger.

hello. in what feels like a small handful of eternities to kvasir ( though it was in reality a few seconds ) he finally answers; draws in the other's scent. foreign, but heavy with the scent of others. a pack wolf then, the silencer is quick to assume. unceremoniously, perhaps, he asks, did you happen to notice any sharp rocks on your path?