Eyes of deep garnet study her as she in turn studies the tree, going into further detail about what had transpired after the tree's life had ended and the tracks that had been left upon it. Belhara saw things that others would likely glaze over; those that he had certainly never given any thought to, anyways. Her thoughts began to stray from the focal point in the clearing to all that surrounded it, that microscopic world that existed beneath their paws. At this Drogon looked to the tree, his interest beginning to falter, more inclined towards learning whether she could reveal to him why it had fallen - among all its peers, why had it succumbed to the storms of winter when the others still stood strong? An ear pivoted towards Belhara when she apologized, and he shrugged. He found himself...less and less bothered by her tendencies, now that he thought he'd figured out why she was...the way she was.

His head snapped towards her when she asked what he might see in the tree. Brows pulled together - he was not the Greenseer here, she was. Upon meeting her inquisitive blue gaze, however, his features softened slightly (well, for Drogon, at least). Deep red eyes slid back to the tree, looking it over again. When he'd first arrived in the clearing, he'd seen it as something to investigate for potential causes of danger to the pack - a house for small temperamental predators, a trap that might give way beneath a pup's paws - and it took him a moment to look at it as more than that. His brows furrowed once more, but this time as a display of troubled thought. He was unsure how to look at the tree and see the life it had lived rather than the hazards it posed.

Beneath the moss that had begun to grow upon it, he could see that the bark was somehow tarnished. After a moment he spoke, slightly unsure of his deep, gravelly words. "It was dead - or dying - before it fell. It was more susceptible to the winds of winter." His nose motioned towards the branches, utterly and entirely bare, and a faded hue that was not normal. Perhaps he had found the tip of the reason for the tree's downfall on his own, though he likely never would have looked close enough to see without Belhara's guidance. His gaze returned to her once more. "You are a Greenseer." It was more statement than question, another thing that he could see now that he could not when they'd first met.