Wapun Meadow everything the world has to offer me.

Adair sofened and sombered his tone, taking more of a personal path to the conversation, looking at the young femalia.

"Sometimes, thats all you need to do, to make a friend, Finley."

He gave a smile that signaled another light joke.

"Plus, chasing butterflies gives you great cardio. Great for running from anyone who wants to stalk ya. Even if the assailant is an old man, like me, assailing you with limp puns."

He chuckled again, and lightly scratched the soft grass with a surprisingly sharp, obsidian clawed paw.

"Would you like to taste my prizes, little Fin?", inquired the brute, already turning to the direction of the cache.