Blackfoot Forest you speak like constellations

Ancestral home of Blackfeather Woods. That sure was a sentence, wasn't it? Evien hummed and shook his head. "No, sorry. Maybe it's on the other side of the mountain or something," he reasoned, tipping his head to the side and surveying the phantom. This guy was a strange one, for sure, but Evien was interested enough. "What's your name?" the boy questioned, tipping his head to the side and looking around. It didn't seem that there were any other wolves with this guy, so he should be safe. Not that the white wolf was showing any real signs of aggression anyway.