It's all so incredibly loud

Wait, he didn't look entirely like a wolf at all. Were those... wings? It certainly looked like it, hanging down on each side of him, but it was hard to tell from his position beneath him. Bronze squinted and tilted his head, looking quite puzzled as he drew closer. Finally he paused and stood tall, neck arched to try to see as much of Mortis as he could - which admittedly wasn't all that much from this position. Why was he up there, anyway? He admitted that he was lost and Bronze wondered maybe if he was climbing higher to figure out how to get back where he was going, but he was pretty sure it was just trees for miles and miles.. though he hadn't explored all that much of these woods yet. "You've been here before?" He asked cautiously, after a moment of thought. "Do you live near here?" Perhaps he was a neighbor. Bronze wasn't used to talking to wolves outside his pack and really wasn't sure what to expect from him, but he had to admit that he was quite curious.