"That I can do after some rest, Urs Ignatus. They will go well with a race I had in mind as my messengers, to be where I cannot, for I move at a slower pace than most."
Then his cousin takes up residence upon his back, hundreds of herbivorous animals sniffing at them as they go about their business. Nordul chuckles slightly at the introduction.
"Ah, dear cousin, it cheers me to be on the ground. It lets my roots distribute life freely, and see to the needs of the land, which in turn nourishes all, even the creatures of the sky which compose your form. Did you like the gift I made for you and your denizens of the sky, by the way?"