Duskfire Glacier trees will make a forest, trees will make a bow

'Plant your roots where you are at, not where
you believe you need to be. Happiness is made
not found.' His mothers words forever etched
in his mind, they resonated with him. He never
understood what she meant, it was too cryptic 
for his age when she said it but now he knew. 
He understood what she meant. She may not be 
around but still she kept teaching him lessons.
A modest smile appeared on his lips which was 
accompanied by a quiet laugh. One day, when 
nature came to claim him, he would thank her.
.
"Sorry, I am not laughing at your offer," He reassured,
"But are you sure I may stay? I do not want to take up space."
Of course he would do his part, hunt with her and
so on but he refused to be a burden on anyone.