Jade Fern Grove it rises with the fall.

Summer had not expected her response, but then again, there was very little that he felt confident in expecting from her.  She was unlike anything he'd encountered before, and he felt a little uneasy around her, truth be told.  It wasn't that she seemed dangerous to him, just.. unpredictable.  Summer was a wolf of logic and incredible care.  He did not like risks or mystery, and this young female seemed enveloped in the latter at least.


"I do," Summer confirmed with a nod, "The high peaks are always covered in snow, but not the lower lands.  Not until Winter."  He fell quiet for a moment before fixing her with another thoughtful stare.  "What sort of land do you come from?" he asked, canting his head.  He wanted to know more about her - solve the mystery, if you will.