Northstar Vale you and me and the devil makes three

Lotte considered how to correctly answer the girl’s pointed query. “They seem to vary due to age and specie,” she intoned, “but the biggest I have seen stretched so high I could not see the tops of them clearly, and the trunk of one of them was several wolf lengths long! When you stand in the middle of a grove of them and tilt your head back, all the points seem to grow together — ai, it is enough to make you dizzy!” She chuckled at the young girl’s dismissive opinion of mountains and was rewarded with a smile. “Well, pikku kipinä, little spark, maybe that is so for you — but for my tytär it is all very new and exciting. I have seen some wolves go into a frenzy over snow, and even having lived my life surrounded by it, I share in that joy. What I do not understand is fear of the unknown. It is good that she and you have curiosity instead.” She smiled blithely at the spirited child.

“The world is so wide,” mused the singed songbird. “I think even if a wolf walked without sleeping or stopping her whole life, she would never see enough or learn enough. So many songs have found me since my arrival in these wilds — does your family share songs and stories, too?”