Deepwood Weald Where's North?

Itsy gawked in disbelief. It sounded as if the wolf was envious of her. Could it be true? No, it couldn't. But the way the wolf spoke, it was so convincing. Sure, he complimented her with truth. She could see many things others could not. The exact reason she's always asked to do something instead of being eaten right away.

"Are you...jealous?" She couldn't stop herself from spurting into laughter. First, it started like small little pffts, then slowly grew until the laughing was too much for her body and she ended up lying on the branch, her legs kicking around.

After she regained herself, and after the wolf gave his name, she spoke hers. "Itsy. Just Itsy. Nothing else after."