Grizli & Dusthart
Grizli Grizli
Dusthart Dusthart
Dusthart Dusthart
Hey Grizli, any campfires lately that made the trees whisper?
Grizli Grizli
Hey, I’ve been out on a ridge just north of the old pine stand, and yeah, the fire lit up the whole valley. The wind carried the sparks, and as it blew through the branches the trees seemed to murmur—like they were telling secrets we never hear in the city. It felt like the forest was breathing around me. If you’re heading out, keep the fire low and respect the rules, or you’ll scare away more than just the wildlife.
Dusthart Dusthart
Sounds like the trees got a bit of a gossip session of their own, and I’m all for a good secret. Just make sure the sparks don’t start a town‑wide rumor. Stay low, keep the fire a whisper, and you’ll keep the woods from throwing you out.
Grizli Grizli
Yeah, those trees sure love a good confab. I’ll keep my spark shy and the fire a whisper, so nobody ends up shouting about it in the town. Thanks for the heads‑up.
Dusthart Dusthart
Glad you’re listening. The woods have a way of turning even a quiet flame into a whole new tale. Stay sharp.
Grizli Grizli
Got it. I’ll stay low, keep the fire quiet, and let the woods do their talking. Stay safe out there.