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*Lyulf* · (This post was last modified: 03-17-2020, 08:09 PM by Lyulf.)

The trees stood taller than any he had ever seen before, looking like the tips nearly broke the cloud cover. Not only that, but the branches spread out, creating a thick canopy of low hanging branches. They were thick enough that they seemed like they could hold the weight of a wolf, if one dared to attempt to climb. Lyulf was not one of those brave souls, instead just making his way across the forest floor. After exploring most of the North, it was strange to see such a lucious break among the generally barren world of snow and ice. It was a nice break, brining a smile to his normally stony face.

Every step deeper into the forest felt like he was walking further into a different world. Small rodents scuttled to and fro, diving into the plush blanket of pine needles as he passed. The males ears twisted as he tried to take it all in, making note of this area. If he was ever hungry, this would be a good place to stop. Just as he was about to turn around the thick base of the tree, some snow shook from a branch above, making him halt. His mauve marked fur stood on end, wide green eyes trying to squint through the sea of pine needles above to see what stood over him. He didn't dare to speak, praying that it was just a squirrel...

"SPEAK!"

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