Tourist Attraction

There was excitement in her eyes that told him of her interest even before the words fell from her lips. Not quite the same wild eagerness he'd be met with from Sephira, but that was quite alright with him. He certainly didn't need any more headaches than he typically dealt with in a given day. "Why not," he decided aloud, only glancing through the many twisted and arching trees once before he settled on a direction and began his ascent up one of the trunks, trying not to look down or overthink it as he rose higher and higher with each step.

"A pleasure to meet you, miss Paradise. My name is Ignatius. What brings you to the north?" it was always interesting to meet new wolves here. Most seemed to be sightseers. Those who were actually equipped to deal with the weather here for any length of time seemed to be few and far between. That was well enough though. Ignatius preferred having few strangers near his pack.

Every so often a branch would split off and he'd end up following a much narrower path for a little while until a larger branch wound it's way over the one he was on. Moving between branches was definitely the most frightening part of the whole experience, but it would hopefully all be worth the small heart attacks when they reached the spot he was making his way towards.