Moonspear Find me where the wild things are

Trying, he suspected, was half of the battle; the rest was proving the claim. Whether or not she was a capable of healer was anyone's guess, but truth be told he didn't care to find out. Fortunate was he, who had never required serious care from another and had for the most part kept his hide intact. He planned to keep it that way.

As they came to a stop along the firs, his attention shifted to what she did next. This was a peculiar thing to see—truth be told, he didn't know that he had ever caught anyone else doing such a thing. The bark may have been damp and almost withered from age and old sap, but it was still strong and flourishing. He too missed the hawk nestled in its ample cover, and was also not entirely clear of the snow loosened from the bough.

With a shake of his coat to toss off what had landed along his back, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"I wonder if he was waiting to do that, or if he thought you could reach him," he wondered aloud. "Though I'm curious, what did you intend to find at this tree?" Never quite one to miss an opportunity to learn something, he felt it would serve him well to make queries along the way. Never knew when some piece of trivia would come in handy later.