so he found the heart in a barren land

The pale of her ears strained to untangle his accent, strange and thick, obviously not from Boreas or anywhere close. Allowing an easy smile to grace her pretty features, she eyed the branch atop he perched and figured there was no reason to deny his request. Wolves weren't the best climbers, even with cat claws, but it was angled enough that it was almost horizontal. As long as she kept her footing she'd be fine, probably. Making her way into position, she settled beside the stranger with ample space between them. Friendly, but not too friendly, you know? She was an engaged woman after all, mother and bla bla bla.

Setting her sights on the view, she pursed her lips for a moment in thought.

"I suppose it's decent." It took a lot to impress her, fussy fish she was. "So you're just a tourist taking in the sights, or did something else bring you here?" She asked, pressing her front paws together, side by side, all dainty and proper.