Long legs moved with long strides, smoothly gliding over a ground of loose snow. There was a light crunch with each step he took which seemed to alert every pair of ears in the vicinity—that, or there was simply not a soul in sight nor earshot.

It appeared to be neither, for eventually, Ashkii could hear the sweet titters of a bird—no, two birds. His head swung upwards to see them both perched on a denuded branch, plumage stuck outwards and giving a rotund shape to them. The man huffed out a soft chuckle before he lowered his head back forward and padded forward to continue on his way. When suddenly—

Ouch! He barked. His head swiftly whipped back to see the birds hovering closer to his flank, pulling at the unkempt tresses on his back. They appeared adamant, for a low and angered growl of a wolf seemed not to perturb either, much to the sire's annoyance. Ashkii lurched forward and snapped at the air half-heartedly, watching the two avians evade his jaws with ease.

The attempt at nabbing one for lunch wasn't enough to deter the damn things—so what the hell could they possibly want?! Ashkii turned around; the birds fluttered forward, watching him with beady yet expectant eyes. Y'want me t'follow y'all? There was (obviously) no verbal answer, but their soft chirps and warbles were more placated by his assumption. His nostrils flared with a deep huff. With languid steps, he moved towards the couple. Ridiculous...

They weaved between trees, leaped over heaps of foliage, and pressed through dense thickets—then, the birds halted, seemingly satisfied with their work. Ashkii shot them both a short glare, though his eyes were drawn instead to the scenery before him.

He'd seen something like this before, only a few days ago—a tunnel made up of tall trees bedecked with flowers at full bloom. The smell of flowers was strong, permeating out from within the entrance... nothing averse happened the last encounter here—in fact, quite the opposite. Ashkii didn't put much thought into his next actions and slipped into the underpass.

It was just like the last, save for the lack of summer heat. This time, it was more tepid; the benevolent climate of early spring. What th' hell... Ashkii muttered, how many portals are there 'round here? The man stalked forward, deeper into the mystical scenery.

He halted at the sight of another wolf; this experience truly was all too familiar. Another woman of soft stature donning a pretty face brought straight to his presence... what the hell was the force behind these weird tunnels? Ashkii tried not to think about the implications of why these encounters were occurring, but he was always the superstitious type.

...and he was about the age that his parents were when he'd been conceived.

Skah, is this your doin'? He spoke to himself jestfully. He pressed past the lush foliage towards the woman before him, capturing her attention with a small whistle. Pardon me, ma'am, he began, any idea what the hell's goin' on here? A ghost of a smirk spread over his lips, and Ashkii sat down gracefully a comfortable distance away.