Emberwood We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

He inhaled—he exhaled.

Reverie shared with him. It was a moment—and as his eyes lifted from the beginnings of a tree, he studied her. Soft words—her eyes fallen to the sapling. He shifted, his own paw reaching out to graze hers—perhaps the smallest effort, but should she accept it, he would lift his arm, beckoning her to a small hug and to settle against him.

A bridge to friendship, it seemed.

“I was drowning.” He paused, the corner of his lips quirking up, despite nothing about his words actually funny. “Literally. I was younger… and my daughter was missing. I went to search for her and I fell into some water… I was swept away. She pulled me from it.”

Reminiscent—longing not just for his friendship of Moss, but also her sister. His dead wife. “It was at the behest of her sister… But she did it. Her sister healed me, then… and I tried to return home to my family.”