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"It is all right," he soothed and then once her question was spoken her turned his attention to the leaf. It had fallen straight, a last catch in the wind turning it around until the edges crinkled upward. To most there was nothing to be seen, but leaves had patterns and symbols in them and around them, even in the way they fell. In many cases, it could take hours to divine the symbol (or more) but in this one, it was almost instant. A smile twitched at his mouth, a star was there.

He lifted his head, "You wish to meet this kin and the leaf says you shall. When or where I do not know but you shall." The crux of the problem with kin was how satisfied they were with the divination given. Often, the answer was not happy at all because they wanted absolute, they wanted facts and dates, they wanted everything. And that he could not give.

The nose bump was a surprise, a pleasant surprise and he felt his skin flush. She was by far the kindest (and easiest to please) kin he had divined for. Not that there had not been others who had taken his skill for what it was, an interpretation (though one that was more often right than not), but none had ever seemed quite so please.

"You are much welcome. I hope when you meet your mystery kin, they are to your liking," he returned. He truly hoped that they -- the mystery kin and her, perhaps even himself and her, if he was honest -- would be friends.

The buck danced backward, rear smashing into the tree's trunk. The owlcat who had gone quiet now sprung to life, spectral fur puffing out, as it's claws sunk into the bark. He looked up that the creature then down at the frog who now sat on the leaf he had used. "Perhaps they were jealous we were not paying them attention," he said eventually, then chuckled.

"However did you come to befriend a frog?" he asked, then.

A guiding frog was certainly a new idea. "I had heard that pets choose their owners. It would appear true in our cases," he mused. It was for certain that he had not chosen the owlcat that resided here.

"I think you have a very intelligent friend in your frog," he added.

The buck chuckled at the frog's version of thank you and he bowed his head. "You're welcome, Swirls." He couldn't imagine how Figment of Sunset would say thank you and a brief glance upward, slowed that the owlcat was now stalking a songbird. Well that was better than it attacking any one of them.

Oakheart nodded his head in agreement, "I believe you are right in that." There was a great mass of fallen leaves, as his owlcat pounced in an above branch. He sighed at its antics before turning his attention to the doe. "You may stay as long as you like. I could show you around my home, if you like."

He gave a nod, "Of course, this way." He turned and led her further into the grove. In the center where more trees were concentrated together, was a shaded patch provided by green leaves that would not fall. Underneath, piles of fallen leaves provided a more comfortable spot to rest. It was safe and quiet. In his opinion it was really the only place to nap. "Will this do?" he asked.

He smiled, "You are welcome and I, too, am glad to have met you. Sleep well." He gave a nod and then moved off to keep watch. He turned his head upward, only looking down when a leaf crashed until his leg. Bowing his head, it took him time to make out the symbol and he smiled to himself when he did. That symbol meant happiness and good friends. He could live with that.