Elyas tips his head to one side curiously, not quite understanding the question. He blinks a few times at the wolf and then lays back in the leaves with his arms spread out to the sides. His eyes dart around the various leaves still hanging on tightly to their branches. All such beautiful colours. Reds and yellows and oranges. Some of them are even managing to retain a bit of their green. Why wouldn't he want to keep one of them for himself?

"That's stupid. What would I use a leaf for?"