The squirrel's scent lead the druid through the Goldenwood. Drawing the young wolf to the base of a tree, oakwood eyes shifted upward. A collection of leaves and twigs hung in the bare branches overhead. A nest, and occupied nest if she had to guess by the strength of the scent. Glancing down, Juniper examined the base of the tree. The snow shifted regularly with the cruel winds, but tucked between the roots Juniper could find old, filling in tracks.

With the potential snack up the tree, they would simply have to return. Surveying the surrounding environment, their eye landing upon an aspen tree. A sheet off bark had curled as the tree shed. Taking the loose edge between their teeth, Juniper peeled the scrap further. Enlarging the curl and leaving the loose bark punctured from their teeth. A visual reminder should the druid pass this way again.

A brown ear flicked as another creature moved through the wood. Distant, but identifiable through the familiar crunch of snow underfoot. Ears cupping forward, Juniper cast her gaze in the direction of the sound. Nose lifting, she noted that the scent was not familiar to her. This itself was nothing surprising, Camhanaich was always growing. The standing stones seemed to be a place of communion for lost souls.

Leaving the squirrel's tree behind them, Juniper turned in the direction of the stranger. A relaxed air surrounded them as they pressed onward. Their eyes eventually landing upon a young wolf with creamy, blossom-like hues.

Hello there, their voice crossed the distance between them, are you new?