Blackfoot Forest Watch carefully the magic that occurs

She didn't turn him away, allowing him to stay and watch the beauty of nature by her side. It had been a long time since he had simply enjoyed the offerings from the wilderness, the earth was a wonderful this to observe. The trees and the grass swayed in the gentle breeze, the flowers reached for the setting sun and gave life to the insects that still fluttered about. 

He was surprised by the her words. Siarut knew she was prone to silence, and he tried to respect that. But she, herself, offered him a story, and he was struck with the idea that she wished to speak with him. Returning his green gaze to her face, he shook his head softly, no. "Will you tell me?" He remembered the stories shared around Aningan, and realized he missed the comradery the tellings brought to the pack. His desire to hear grew stronger as the silence drew between them.