Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't wanna go in that pot they bubbling!

Sirio strangely liked the affection coming from his father - any other muzzle that tried to get close to the young boy's face would be avoided - and even pressed a little closer at his kiss. Straight on the white! Sirio thought, knowing his reflection from staring in puddles and wet stones. He looked up proudly then, nodding as to confirm it was REALLY important stuff, and perking up at father's next words. Redwoods? Wood could be red?

Nooo... Are there many wolves exploring there? Sirio questioned hesitantly, leaning in closer - for he was really interested.