For The Good Of The Mission I Will Go!

Lynvarr chuckled. "Well, so far everything is going well. Let me know if you smell any bears." It was a joke, he didn't really think there were any bears or large predators on this island. There did seem to be a rather irate squirrel though. It's bushy tail was whipping back and forth angrily as it chatted and scolded the wolves. Lyn didn't know what it was saying and he was happy not knowing.

"Well, where I was from it was cold and barren in the winter but full of lovely grasses in the spring and summer. Can't say we had much in the way of trees. Plenty of rocks though." He worked through the forest, noting that most of the trees seemed to be of a similar species but there were a few odd ones here or there. Probably some had been seeded from birds flying over and others from the older trees. Lynvarr wondered if any of the trees were truly natives here or the passengers of bird crap. He slowed his pace and eyed the position of the sun. "I should probably get ready to head back. That steep climb will take some time."