As Garmir told his story of fire, Treyah's eyes swept over the blackened trunks that surrounded them. It seemed fitting then, that he would wind up here, somewhere that the wildfire had ravaged so completely that it left a family in tatters, her grandparents lost, and her own father orphaned. She too, took her time in responding, thinking over her words carefully before she opened her mouth, knowing that they could be the difference between the subordinate coming to terms with who he was now, who he wanted to be, and the wolf that he was.
"My father was born under the tree where we first met. Fire tore through this forest, it ripped his family apart. At it's very core, fire is a destructive, consuming force. It took many years for these woods to recover, and many Tainns have come and gone since then. Do you have the days to waste hoping something might bloom where you have burned?" At the end of the day, they were wolves. The trees had stood here far longer than they had walked the earth and would prevail long after they were gone. "The forest has time that we don't. Don't let your fire ruin your chance at experiencing something so beautiful as a friendship, or love. After all, any of us could die at any time." She paused and gave a small sigh. "You don't want to go out with regrets."