Quinn listened with his usual rapt attention, his pale eyes widening at the flower-pup’s predicament. It was a peculiar one, for sure, and at first the mention of death brought a frown to his face. How could something so young in appearance have died and been reborn already? It didn’t occur to him - though he knew others had returned - that Snapdragon might’ve lived a full life before appearing in the forest. He didn’t try to hide his incredulity - he still wasn’t sure his nose hadn’t lied to him about its scent - but he didn’t want to pelt Snapdragon with his own questions when he knew the answer to the one being asked.
Still at a comfortable distance, the sentry’s elbows bent until his chest brushed the forest floor, removing some of the height discrepancy between the two. “This is the Brightwood.” His head swivelled for a moment to push a disorderly feather into its proper place. “And I’m Quinnat. Good to meet you, Snapdragon.” The larger wolf bobbed his head in his usual convivial manner, smiling in spite of the peculiarity of the situation. It cost nothing to offer some reassurance. “This forest -” Quinn pointed upward with his muzzle, “- is just part of a much larger place people call Argaia, if any of that sounds familiar.” Somehow, Quinn doubted they'd be that lucky. Quick explanation offered, he figured he could pose a question of his own:
“Where were you before you - er - sprouted here?”
Still at a comfortable distance, the sentry’s elbows bent until his chest brushed the forest floor, removing some of the height discrepancy between the two. “This is the Brightwood.” His head swivelled for a moment to push a disorderly feather into its proper place. “And I’m Quinnat. Good to meet you, Snapdragon.” The larger wolf bobbed his head in his usual convivial manner, smiling in spite of the peculiarity of the situation. It cost nothing to offer some reassurance. “This forest -” Quinn pointed upward with his muzzle, “- is just part of a much larger place people call Argaia, if any of that sounds familiar.” Somehow, Quinn doubted they'd be that lucky. Quick explanation offered, he figured he could pose a question of his own:
“Where were you before you - er - sprouted here?”