The Sentinels xxxvi. you've got a warm heart,

The dove was surprised to spot another figure weaving amongst the pillars of charred ebony but her gaze was nonetheless welcoming as it met the rusted she-wolf's -- thinking the two-toned hues of jade and citrus were quite lovely. Her own gaze of opaque jade drifted after the woman's gesture, interest piquing visibly as she observed the sapling in the distance. Wandering closer on curious footfalls, she sniffed at the black mulch of the soil. 

"Do you think the fire makes the soil better? Or the trees stronger?" she speculated in a soft, musing tone, turning towards the other -- if she had followed and heard that was.