โ โ He usually keeps to himself, really. Not prying when he can, yet things are always bound to spike his interest. Little does he hear anyone but Sam sing, so perhaps it was simple intrigue that brought him to follow; keeping his tall form hidden the best he can behind a tree or bush. Until, โท
before thunderstorms roll in, sheโll spend time climbing the trees in Cinder Sap with a song to fall from her lips between each deep-bellied inhale.