Hushed Willows to find you do no wrong

he was just returning from a small voyage outside when he came across the russet man, walking along the border of elysium. the behavior might have disturbed more territorial wolves, but he only saw a potential acquaintance filled with stories, and besides, olive had mentioned that their boundaries were porous, so long as wolves behaved. he gave him a chuff, walking his tail and trotting up with his head canted in welcome.

you like the willows? he asked, following the stranger's gaze up to the trees. they're pretty. this is my sister's home; they call it elysium. it's a sanctuary for all, so they wouldn't mind you going in if you're gonna stay friendly and not cause any trouble.

he cocked a brow, a gentle smile stretching his maw. you interested in a little tour? he drawled. it was something he wouldn't mind giving, and perhaps the man had something to offer him, in turn.