Northstar Vale you and me and the devil makes three

She blinked with surprise at the description. She knew wolves could be wild tale tellers, but this took the cake. Airi knew that she had to see the trees for herself to see if the story this strange-smelling foreigner was telling was true. Trees tall enough to make you dizzy from just looking up? What a sight they must be.

A childish giggle exited her mouth at the thought of wolves being excited over snow. It was such a prevalent part of her life that she never took the time to consider that there were other places that never saw snow. Such a thought was foreign to her. Were they like puppies then? She giggled at the thought of adults playing like children. 

The subject of stories sombered her, no, annoyed her. The stories told by her pack were largely uninteresting or downright pathetic compared to the tales this wolf spun. Nothing cool, She said, sudden ashamed that her own pack was so miniscule in imagination compared to this singular woman.