Wild Berry Meadow pestilence-stricken multitudes

This time his words seem to calm Daighre, though the emotion in him changes, tinging the air dull and rusty with awkwardness. He nods his agreement to the statement; the golden wolf doesn't need his approval at all, and it's one of the reasons he knows for sure that he's been honest with his intentions. There is nothing he needs or wants from Zephyr — nothing he'll try to take from him. That in mind, the wraith continues.
What would you say if someone told you everything that happens is planned? He asks, tone curious yet lacking any serious investment. He doesn't really expect an answer, but if Daighre takes it seriously, then he's certain the response will be interesting.