It's all so incredibly loud

The winged heir grinned as the younger wolf tilted his head and squinted in puzzlement. Mortis could guess what had gotten his attention - his wings had often garnered some strange looks. The winged wolf pushed his belly against the branch he was on, and began to cautiously pull himself down the sloped trunk. Holding on with his cat like claws for extra traction.

“I live much further South then this” he explained as he worked his way down the branch. His wings occasionally flaring for weight support. “I came here once as a yearling with my Grandmother on a hunting expedition. I haven’t really been back this way. But… she passed and I guess I wanted to see if it still looked the same as I remember.” He missed her, and he missed his mother. He pushed aside the heavy weight on his heart. Not wanting to display that sadness too keenly to the young stranger. Instead , he hopped the last way down, and opened his wings lightly, giving the other a chance to examine them. “What about you, do you live here?”

"Mortis Fatalis"