[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The burnt The road
                                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Himself

Calanon's ears twitched when he heard Kyra and Sana speaking. He didn't quite make out the conversation however, only muted voices echoing off the leaves. He was still crouched upon Brogach, brows raised with a light and humble visage. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he was nothing if not patient. He could easily wait atop his forest steed and see. 

He glanced to the side, and saw that Gretchin had made her way off into the back within a tree. He gave her a smile from down beside the caravan, but didn't go up to see her. She was confusing, but he could tell she hadn't sensed danger. He would have heard, and so would Brogach in all honesty. Like a halfling lazing beside a lake, Calanon decided to lay back to back with Brogach, his head resting upon the Elk's neck, one leg swinging off the side, and both hands behind his head.  

Then a small curiosity rose up in his Elven head, and he opened one eye. He found he was quite curious on why Gretchin decided to head up there. He often enjoyed it, but no other human he'd ever known had. He hopped off Brogach, leaped, kicked off the center of the tree trunk and used that kick as a spring board to land softly beside Gretchin. "[color=00ff66]Did you sense something or simply enjoy tree climbing?[/color]" he said in jest.