Ravensblood Forest Thinking out loud.

It seemed that the manners of the young man hadn't changed a bit. He was still as fierce as ever. It did gave him an interesting spirit to be around. It was so different from sweet Néa and Maera. Her red eyes fell on his dotted coat and then back to the tree. Scarlett looked skeptical when the pup was so baffled about the fact that she was going for a naturalist trade. Was that so strange? Apparently it was. Talk to you like what? Also I don't think I've ever caught your name?

The small white was pleased to see that she had spurred some interest with the teenager. Her lips quirked up. It might be magical when you think about them. These trees don't appear out of nowhere. They need to grow. Each year a bit taller. With these trees being so big it means they are really, really old. This particular tree might have seen generations and generations of wolves grow up. Seen is a figure of speech here. For all these thousand of years they managed to survive, we live only a decennia, so when you think about it in that way it is really magical.