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He didn't have any reason not to go with the flow here, as she made it pretty easy, spear-heading right to some sort of point that he could definitely roll with. But, the worst part seemed to be that he did have to keep giving her negative answers. Hm, no. The kinds with the long leaves and drape-y branches, right? Never seen a whole forest of them off our way, he shook his head, affirming his no pretty casually. He only knew about a few willow trees sprinkled here and there--they were pretty hard to miss, especially the older, more dramatic ones--and then a few growths of alpine willow he knew had been able to observe high up the ranges in trailing the older wolves.. but that was negated by her mention of a forest; alpine willow was pretty low-growing and scrubby to really make for anything called a forest. And if it did, he didn't want think it would be a particularly pleasant place.

Anyway: Unless it's very far south on the range from here. I've never seen the end, the yearling did slide in for a disclaimer, because not even he'd seen the end of it but it would have to be way, way out there to be so--which also unfortunately fit her note about a long mountain range. But there are other mountains if you keep going northeast of here, he tacked on haphazardly with his nose aiming off towards their horizon, roughly enough. This Ostrega never been, though, so had nothing else to mention about that.