Stone Circle the winds of winter

"Willow?" He repeated softly, searching for a moment within his vocabulary, as the word sounded quiet familiar. Once he came to the realization, his features brightened. "Ah! It is like the tree, yes? Tree with many ehm, long, ehm..." He lifted his forepaws, as if to mimic the flowing branches. His curls swayed and dangled from his heavily feathered legs; for a wolf, he did a fairly good impression of a tree. "I forget...'tree-legs,'" He admitted. The word escaped him, but he lowered his paws to the ground, figuring he'd either made his point, or made himself look like a bit of a fool. 

He gave Willow a shy grin. "I am Skáld. It is good to meet you," He said, tail waving. "You are liking here?"