Wind Archer was, as one could easily bet money on, perched inside a tree, keeping a watchful eye out for any fallen spirits that dared to make their presence known. However, for once he wasn't hidden inside the literal Millenial Tree his father usually sat at, but rather within his own domain as that too needed to be guarded over. Wind trusted Churro enough to protect his father whilst he was away in his lands of nothing but trees, flower fields, and, much to his annoyance, fallen spirits. To the ranger's luck, though, the enemy nuisances seemed to be much calmer that day, giving him few precious moments of relaxation and serenity to enjoy with the Cookiemals, borderline Zephyr of Life one might argue. So, there he laid peacefully within the branches of an oak tree, letting the end of his scarf flow freely in the breeze as he ran his hands through the fur of Buttershell whilst Maple and Choco Lion laid cuddled up together at the base of said tree.