[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Tree 

                                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Gretchin 

He had to agree with her logic on that. She didn't seem to be in a jesting mood, and he was about to leap down until she did the last thing he expected and moved over for him to have a comfortable seat. He joined her without comment, silently thankful for the gesture. He sat upon the branch with his legs crossed, his arms up and holding a small branch above, though in truth he'd be able to balance on the stout trees without the assistance. 

Brogach curiously walked towards the tree, and Calanon clicked his tongue. The Elk's head perked up, and he approached closer before making his way under the tree. Calanon uncrossed his legs and hooked them around the tree. With a fluid and acrobatic motion, he let his top half slide off until he was hanging by his legs over Brogach, upside down. Grabbing the pack that was on his closest friend and hauling it up, essentially doing a 180 pull up, he felt like he'd make good on his offer of food earlier at least. He made the acrobatic move look so simple as well. Perhaps if he did that for awhile it would tire him out, but his fit body had no problem with the single movement. "[color=00ff66]Thank you, friend.[/color]" he said to Brogach. Even without actively whispering, his voice was soft, making sure to stay respectful to Gretchin's quiet mood. The Elk snorted, and sauntered over towards the wagon before grazing upon some grass happily. The Elf simply sat there watching and listening, his keen ears twitching every now and then as he opened his pack up. He smiled at Satilla's offer. It seemed he wasn't the only one who appreciated the art of herbal remedies. 

"[color=00ff66]There might not be enough goose for all of us.[/color]" he said just as softly to Gretchin, giving a friendly smile as he pulled out a bit of salted beef jerky. "[color=00ff66]Would you care for some?[/color]" he asked, using his other arm to take out a jug of Guaren juice. He took a sip of it, and the delicious fruity liquid slid down his throat. He felt his muscles subtly flow with a bit more warmth and energy. "[color=00ff66]I've got some drink if you'd want it as well.[/color]"