The Heartwood There is no end, only a new beginning.

everything living serves a purpose, he said after a pause, scarlet eyes gazing upon the back of the stranger, eyes shifting towards the visible parts of his face. he lowered his head, now, pushing his forehead against the back of the stranger, nudging him. up, now, for if you do not have your own purpose, one will be bestowed upon you.

moonguardian turned away, taking a few steps towards forneskja before he'd halt, hanging his head over his shoulder as to check if the man would follow along or not. what is your name? came his question, flicking his tail with a detached curiosity.