I. Like. Big. Trees and I cannot Lie!

Lynvarr retreated back to the north as summer's heat baked the rest of Boreas. The south and west were becoming unbearable. He would still venture to the east now and then but for now he needed a break in the cooler weather of the northern territories. A cool breeze was blowing gently from the north. Lynvarr worked his way eastward when he came upon a stunning forest. Massive trees, taller than any he'd ever seen, stretched up into the sky. They were so wide that if one had a hollow in it he bet a wolf could make a den out of it. The one thing that was a bit concerning was the trees were so big at ground level he wasn't quite sure how best to navigate them. The branches formed a thick canopy and he could barely see the sky. Deciding it would be prudent to mark his path he moved to the nearest redwood tree and used his claws to scratch into the bark.