Hushed Willows You Climb Those HIlls

Etienne had begun to hear sounds from their hollow. Far away not to be worried. But they had peaked his interest in a lot of ways. And he being the wolf that he was one day decided to go towards them. In his maw he carried a fur of fox and small offerings of friendship.

He had to travel half the day before he found himself ensconced underneath willows. A small smile as he traced over the tendrils of fingers that hung form the fringes of the trees like hair.

Then he was smacked in the face with scents of others and he stopped so that he wouldn't pass borders. 

He lifted a small howl in inquiry.

Just Etienne meeting people and neighbors