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

Lynvarr continued working his way through the forest, shifting around trees and trying to find some sense of a path though it wasn't easy. There was very little in the way of vegetation on the ground but the massive trees made it difficult to gauge direction, even if they were really cool to look at. He paused at another tree and started using his claws to scratch in another trail marker. He wished he had cat-like claws and could climb up in the tree but unlike the trees of the Mile-High Woods these weren't particularly accessible. He sighed, staring longingly up at the tree. He could hear the wind picking up as it rustled the leaves up above though he didn't really feel much from the wind down at ground level.

Lyn's ears flicked up at the sound of approaching paw steps. He turned. He stared. A brilliantly colored yearling was standing there, his coat such a pulsing pink it almost looked like the youngling was glowing. "Ah, uh, hello. I'm Lynvarr. You out exploring the north?"