looking up from their own task, baalal couldn't help but notice apple's movement in the background, "for once there's no overhead clouds", they would chime in, standing up from the roots of the tree they had been crouched in front of, picking delicate flowers that grew there, hardy enough to survive the winter climate. "i'm excited to see what the thaws bring, what trade will be brought to us, and what we can send out to another group.", they would murmur, gaze turning to the sky after they lowered their find into their basket, intending to bring it back to their hut far above when it was full.

a nice day was something that they often wished for, the snows of their home a concern at times to them when the thaws came later than they should. exhaling, mind lost in thoughts warring for their attention, they would take a deep breath before exhaling heavily with jaws meant to crush bone splitting into a mighty yawn. "[b]a nice day can be made of any day but the weather alone holds the power to bring hell or peace. we are merely the pawns who would await it's judgement. mmh. trade ... we should be sending out some groups soon - to get started before the thaws make the river all but impossible, and the lowlands flooded.[b]", they would murmur decisively, mind lost in thoughts of politics.

the thoughts of the coming thaw, brought them to rumble in the depths of their throat, "the lowlands and riverbeds are going to be swollen. i shall need to do a patrol of the banks soon, before the spring hits us to see what areas need to be avoided", they would murmur in soft thought, shaking their head and scratching behind their ear with a grunt, "lovely. fleas would be the least of my problems of course. they'll be easier to handle ...", they would huff as they scratched away, yawning at the end.