Snowforest Taiga según tu punto de vista

Scouting surrounding territories seemed like a good idea to him. Whitebark Stream itself often felt like a prison of his own making; the absence of the blue-eyed healer weighed on him as always, but lately it was more than that. Juniper still wasn't her usual self, and the Déorwine siblings unnerved him, somehow. He knew that their arrival probably meant nothing after speaking a bit with Célnes and finding it difficult to see a reason not to trust her.
As the foreboding clouds egged him on from the heavens, Taikon moved swiftly through the Taiga at a lope. He slowed only as he caught, and followed, the smell of a stranger. As he grew nearer, her humming made her position easy to target. When her form came into view, he was surprised to find a creature dappled with rust and chocolate tones. Hello there, miss, he said, giving a bow of his head.