Noctisardor Bypass Don't need additional lives.

It would have filled Anselm with a strange sense of ego to know his hind end was studied; as it was, he was too busy looking at the way the sky stubbornly broke through gaps of the leaf canopy. 

Anselm wasn’t interested in the tree the same way she was, but out of rare politeness, he tried to show some level of curiosity. Vhat kind of tree is it? He realized he knew nothing about trees — other than they often held various lives in them he could eat.

Anselm's interest in trees did not last very long. He was no good at small talk, and after a beat, asked Suzu if she'd like to hunt with him. The chase was what enlivened him, not the talk -- after an evening of hunting their larders were stocked with fresh kills.

Anselm slept soundly that night.