Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

At her third comment, Phox put on a faux expression of shock. He's not??? he said, though it was clearly a joke. He had never taught his own children about the legend of Santa Claus, but he had heard it talked about here and there. He preferred to teach them stories told by the constellations, mostly because those were the ones he knew best.

As for the stone and the small tree that sprouted from it, Phox gave it a quizzical look. Wraen had referred to it as if it were a living, breathing entity, which Phox found a wee bit amusing, but he kept that to himself. In fact, he thought it might play well into his answer.

Once was a wolf. Turned to stone. Now he's a sprout. Not three words, but three sentences/phrases. It would have to do.