[/html]Highly curious about the hammer holding Thor, Oak watched the female as she thought of her reply. He had no true idea that she was new to the teachings, and found that her response was particularly intuitive. It was true, he would have done the very thing she described. The male nodded. He tried to picture the figure of their god. A wolf, holding a hammer with a thick oak tree handle. But when it came to his pelt color and his features Oak could not describe it. But he was a protector against winter and disasters… As Lilin said.
Oak nodded, speaking that he understood what she meant. He had never thought of following a god, or following anything beyond the Sun as his mother described in her stories. He had always thought she simply looked to the star, as it was what gave her garden children life.
His blue eyes blinked as she made the gesture towards the green house. Yes. He replied, standing fully on his two foot-paws and following the two toned woman. As they entered he looked up, and then around them. It was filled with plants. Some had succumbed to dryness, but others had flourished. My mother would love this. She tends to the orchard in Berwick. He walked up to a plant, to examine it’s leaves.
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