Sìleas couldn't tear his eyes away from the tree tops. Never had he ever seen such a vibrant blast of colour. At his home, the colours of the plants and wildlife had been cold, and it all blended together, but still beautiful in its own right. But here, in spring's full bloom, the pink of these trees was breathtaking. His previously grumpy mood had been wiped clean away once he'd taken his first steps into this wood. The fallen petals made a carpet beneath him in the forest floor, unsullied by dozens of footsteps, yet. He had no doubt that others of every shape and size would no doubt be attracted to the pink forest, as he had been. With a smile he just couldn't seem to woo off his face, Sìl sat, tail wrapped nearly around his paws and admired this little pocket of heaven he'd stumbled on.

Kazimir Dragunov

Exploring further away from the snow was hard for the young man, and each step away from the northern borders seemed to push a dagger deeper and deeper into his heart. He knew that getting out to explore the world behind the snowy mountains was a good thing, but it was incredibly hard. He could almost feel the chill of the winter air stinging him beneath his wiry coat, but something in the distance caught his eye. He changed his trajectory and even quickened his pace a bit, wanting to reach the colorful smudge on the horizon. When he reached the forest, his maw was agape at the vast amount of flowering trees. He had seen a tree or two before, but not an entire grove of them. As he walked beneath the blossomed branches, his steps were carefully placed, enjoying the soft caress of the silk-like petals on his paws. There was a blotch of chocolate in the middle of the pink paradise, and when he blinked it turned into another wolf. He seemed to be enjoying the surroundings just as much as Kazimir. He stopped quite a bit away from the other, calling out with a smile. "Eti tsvety dolzhny byt' v nebe." These flowers should be in heaven. He managed to grind out a more common word, nostrils flaring at the vowels. "Beautiful." Do | Translate | Speak

Distant pawsteps alerted Sileas to the presence of another. From where her sat the male tunrned in to direction of the sound, muffled by the soft petal-covered floor. Another wolf was approaching, seeming just as enamoured by the flowers as he himself was. The male was a mixture of silvers, white and blacks and two bright blue eyes were gazing around at the pink flowers. Sileas looked away. The young male would likely notice him quite soon and he didn't want to be caught staring rudely. He supposed he could make an introduction of his own, but as soon as the male had the thought, he heard the male speak.

"Eti tsvety dolzhny byt' v nebe." The foreign speech was rough and unfamiliar to his ears. Another wolf not from these lands? Sileas smile, nodding as the male said in English, "Beautiful"
He hadn't met another foreign wolf in these lands since he had arrived almost half a season ago. The male's rough accent was soothing to Sileas' ears, reminding him of his own mediocre English.

""S e. Uabhasach breadha gu brath. Very beautiful. You are not from these lands?"