Emberwood The sun will shine on a new horizon

An eyeroll was all her comment merited, but a faint grin as well. A dead tree couldn't be that shady of an omen- they were in a forest, there were bound to be a few trees that weren't alive. He could see where she'd scratched the dry bark away, and wondered if that'd been a part of her process. He wouldn't ask- some elements of magic weren't meant to be questioned. Maybe if she'd chosen another tree, she might've gotten a different answer; there was really no way to fell what was fate and what was chance. 

Overall though, her tone was optimistic. She mentioned the future- and future things which was an even more encouraging sign. As far as he could tell, she was just as happy to claim this forest as he was. 

So he bobbed his head along in agreement and was still oggling the very ugly bird he'd caught and ended up finishing her sentence while on auto-pilot. "a wood." He poked at the turkey with one paw, before he looked up and noticed the look on her face. Every witch needed-

"Awwww Fenn, camannnn," He groaned, reaching out to shove her with one paw. "Baaaad joke, ugh," No matter how old he was, he was still very much the same super squeamish little boy on the inside.