"I do...where I can. Especially for Fontaine's sake. Still...what I would give to feel real sunlight kissing my skin or the embrace of a breeze and perhaps the gentleness of the spring's rain. I think-" his words were interrupted as he was tackled by the large wolf and went sprawling through the grass and flowers.

They wrestled there for a bit; Fontaine attempting to use sheer strength to pin his friend down but the nimble elf managing to escape each time, if only barely. The creature suddenly flopped to his side, giving up the fight in exchange for a belly rub, which his owner was happy enough to oblige.

"You are right, though. It is definitely this--the small things that tide one over. I take comfort in the sparse bit of nature around me and my friends can fill in the rest," he breathed.