Silvertip Mountain pine and lavender

Ah, very good.

The Taggerung was not certain what sort of spirit existed within himself. It was certainly nothing like that of a bear, or even that of a snake. He rather enjoyed the idea of a nice otter or mink spirit dwelling beneath his flesh.

At the mention of the fungi on the tree, the bard hummed softly and extended his head to sniff at it. There was a certain interest about him, no matter how detached he had seemed.

I should like to be like this, at least in one of my lives, the Taggerung remarked decidedly.