Why can't we be friends

Marina met Wylan's wide toothy smile with a bit more of a genuine half smile, not quite fully letting herself let her guard down around him yet, but not keeping the walls fully up either. Bits and glimpses of her true personality were starting to show through. It was easier pretending that everything wasn't terrible when she was with Wylan—far easier than it was to try to push him away at least. Stubborn giant winged wolf... Plus she felt at least a little safer around him, more so than she did with any other wolf here, and especially so compared to Basilisk.

Wylan welcomed her to his treehouse club, then picked up the pace as he led the way over to his little hideaway. With a curious tilt to her head, Marina hurried after him, her shorter legs having to pick up speed to match his gait. Eventually they arrived at their destination; Marina gawked up at the structure high up in the massive trees. "You weren't kidding when you called it a treehouse. It's literally a house in a tree." Marina gave an incredulous laugh as she looked upon the structure mounted to the trunk of the tree, held aloft almost as if airborne. "How did you even build something like that?"

"Marina"