Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

Heph considered that, it seemed impossible to consider - how would anyone know when they were old enough? Time passed and some things naturally occurred with that time passing, but other things were up to wolves to decide and change and go through with. Her mind returned to the conversation of the tree. Dwin had mentioned her aunt before, but not that she had had a turbulent life. In Heph's eyes that was just how life was, but she supposed she could understand the desire to rest. It was one that she was slowly grappling with herself.

So she considered the question fully, her tail swishing as she thought before she answered. "Maybe one day, perhaps a tree that could grow tall for hundreds of years and see the land change and packs come and go and fire strike and everything reborn again." That she could imagine being, if not exciting, at least interesting enough to justify such a long existence. But then again there may be things impossible to know living on the earth only as long as they did. Maybe being a tree would allow her to see those things. "But if you want to be a tree does that mean trees want to be wolves? What kind of tree would you be?" There was teasing there in her voice, but also curiosity. After all many pups who wanted to grow older wanted to grow younger again once they reached a certain age.