Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

Her smile broadened his own, even as he wondered what thoughts lay behind her happy face. Perhaps she was filled with a genuine content. There were wolves like that, after all. He'd been one once himself. But her remark to him about this place being pretty in its sadness made him think otherwise.

No one careless came to places like this to think. No one knew beauty in sorrowful places unless they had seen it once themselves.

Well, look at those trees out there, he gestured with his paws to the ones strewn across the ground. They lay scattered and distant from one another, with large, lonesome spaces running between them. And then, look at these trees around us, he gestured to the open space they'd found within their little copse. Sheltered, protected. They grew close to one another - and when he looked to Inkeri, he had the shine of a question in his eyes, what do you see? What do you think? What differences are there between those trees and these?