Ouroboros Spine and i don't know how it gets better than this

There was an oposition in energy. The girl acted with the livliness of, well, a pup. Bright eyed, bushy tailed, spouting goals only a child could have. Or so he assumed. The aim of whelps was never something he was all too familiar with.

Her excitement had not rubbed off on him. No, it was a bit overwhelming in fact. Just the sheer amount of words that flowed out of her mouth was enough to take him aback with raised brows. Familial guilt was the only thing keeping him from cowering away from her aura completely.

N-no, I don't. Lómion's gaze shifted upwards. No wolf can climb a tree. We are not built to do so, I don't think.