Stone Circle macellarius

Skáld imagined that Eagle might be trying to flatter him by choosing the colour of the flower which had only moments ago been held beneath his chin. Pleased that this might be a little moment they shared, where the man had softened toward him so much, Skáld wished to say the same- but knew he might only be doing so to garner favour. Instead, he recalled a conversation he had had with Inkeri, and he smiled. 

"Green." he said, gesturing with a sweep of his muzzle toward the grasses, leaves, and trees. "Green, of life," He said with a faint smile. "I show you green place?" He suggested, thinking of a mossy patch in the forest that he thought Eagle might like. 

He hoped the man might warm to him, someday. It had been worth watching him go from being so distant, to sharing a smile- something Skáld would try to do with more wolves over time.