Emberwood Take my love down to Baton Rouge

As the white wolf surmised, it did not take even Vienna long to notice his shining pelt. "Oh, hello there!" She called jauntily, practically bouncing over to where he stood. "Aren't these trees just about the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?!" Where a normal wolf might have introduced herself, Vienna of course immediately began conversing about nothing in particular. At least she was consistent, for the most part.

"We had lots of trees back home, but nothing like this! Up on the mountain we don't have too many trees that actually change, but it doesn't really feel like fall without them. Are you fond of autumn?" She asked him, seating herself in front of him with her head lilting sideways in a questioning manner, smile never leaving her features.