Cedar Sweep if i but had wings

The ravine may have been the perfect area for him to explore the grim remains of these local critters, but it was in these thick woods that Kukulkan found better luck encountering the ones that were... you know... alive. He much preferred them this way.

The late summer brought about a chilly breeze, countered only by the warmth of the sun itself. The cedars stood tall and resolute in their formation, occasionally blocking out the sun here or there for the wanderer within. As one of these wanderers, K murmured a silent thanks each time he slipped out from the shade, the amber glow of the sun on him a welcome gift. Armed with an overactive imagination and a quirky grin, the yearling male found himself bouncing up to a small cluster of trees.

The incessant chattering and chirping of the birds within made it clear that this was their brooding grounds. Ears perked up as his eyes widened, fiercely scanning the canopies above him with a craned neck. "Chirp chirp, my feathered friends..." A sing-songy coo, his voice attempting to mimic the birds' pitch, "Your favorite uncle K is hooommmeee~" Leaning back on his haunches, K attempted to reach upward against the trunk of the closest tree, craning himself higher.

But not high enough. It wasn't the same. To the delight of the bickering avians, the wolf leaned back down to the ground, defeat looming only momentarily as he began to peek around him, hoping for something that might give him a boost.

After all, if he was to properly investigate these critters, he needed to get up close and personal. They were high up in the tree, so that's where he needed to be.