The child feared him and nearly fainted from the sight of him. The words of the disgusting Zora ignored while his now sad eyes watched the child scamper off after the man who had been sitting there. The energy that had been within him started to fade, shrinking away like the flicker of a flame in the face of a breeze. Actions now slowing to barely a crawl, the heavy hammer was allowed to drag behind him as he turned, painstakingly slow, toward where the man had gone.<br/><br/>It was fortunate that his strides covered so much distance, for were he a smaller creature decades could pass before he had the time to cover any kind of ground. One lumbering huge step after another carried him to the tree.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The Tree.</span><br/><br/>It was as old as time itself, a spirit like his mountain home. The heart of the volcano that was supposed to keep them all safe. Dead now as well. The ground quaked when he plopped himself down and stared vacantly at the man who questioned his diet.<span style="font-style: italic">Rocks always agreed with him so it made no sense to what the small man referred.</span>What did catch his attention and perk him up a bit was the child speaking of the Zora as his mother. Anger started to kindle once more in his core, at the thought that a Zora would steal a child and raise it as their own. It went against everything they stood for as a people and disgusted him.<br/><br/>Yet, even as the rage started anew it also faltered for even if he were to find this Zora and bash her head in with his club, what then? The child would fear him even more and what home could he bring him to? His mountain was likely gone by now so what would he do with a child. Unless…<br/><br/>“I….help…too…” words slow like his actions. “Save….mountain….take…child to…..people….”