The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

He laughed, a warm sound thrumming from the depths of his chest.

The views have been...adequate, yes. The tangles were not much to view. Even the charred remains of part of the rise felt like more of a view. Ah, but he had seen...nice things — but knew better than to be some sort of barbarian voicing such.

You should brave the taiga, sometime. The views are better there.

An invitation, if she so wished for it.