Snowforest Taiga según tu punto de vista

Taikon made a note to remember Chan's full name as well, Chansonnette de la Jardin. Names were one thing he was decent with after many years of very intentional practice. Though he wasn't sure what the name meant, it would be easy to remember because it was French and because he kept saying it in his head repeatedly. Hers was an easy face to remember as well; her mottled colouring was quite uncommon among wolfkind.
The white wolf shook his head at her question. No, though I can help look, he offered. Surely an old badger's hole or the hollowed roots of a tree were about somewhere. There was too much wildlife and too many animals for it not to be the case.
Taikon knew that had Aphrodite been with him, she would happily have offered to bring back this stray to Whitebark. She had offered him a bed within mere minutes of knowing him, he recalled. Ever wary, the prince did not share in her overly sympathetic nature. He missed it, though. How nice would it be to simply tell Chan, oh, you can sleep with me! He resisted a sneer.