As he grew, Stoic became further intrenched in his supposed conversations with the Midnight Tree- A tree of Lunar origin that seeded itself in our realm. Others of the pack have begun to hear whispers and something akin to singing whenever Stoic is around this tree. While before, the tree was revered as a unique object within the mundane world, none truly began to feel as... almost worshipful? As stoic appeared to. Near the tree his eyes flash lunar blue, his every word muffled as if pulled into the wood of the trunk. The other young have begun following his lead, admiring of these strange events. What secrets do the Midnight Tree hold? And will Stoic share them someday?
