Iðunn was on the move, as per usual. It often did not stick around in an area for more than a few days, enjoying the motion of heavy travel rather than becoming lazy and familiar with an area. It stuck to mountains, as always, usually the harsher peaks. Less wolves there, it had discovered, much to its great pleasure. Strangers were irritating, as was small-talk. While it had grown to appreciate a companion to hunt with, it had long decided living with another sounded far too bothersome.

All of a sudden, however, it froze mid-step.

This was not the mountains it had been scaling not five second ago. Lush grass cushioned his scaly pads, the sound of crashing water battered his ears, and a gentle sun warmed his back. All the complete opposite of the lands he preferred. Snorting, it turned in a great, slow circle, yellow eyes narrowed at the liveable atrocity. It had been many months since it had stepped this far down, even the air was thick with oxygen, its lungs singing. Perhaps one of the only things it has missed was the air quality.

The rest, it could do without. Already, it felt hot, used to the weak sun and frigid temperatures, its fur too thick for any other biome. To make matters worse, it could not see a mountain range in the near distance; the skyline was obscured by trees, and that fucking waterfall. It wrinkled its muzzle for a moment, before spotting a pale form at the water below the falls.

Iðunn did not believe in magic, or any other silly religion, but it was still suspicious of the other. It began to make its way over to the other, drinking blissfully at the roaring lake. His pawfalls were slow, but not quiet. He had no reason to hide his approach, and doubted he ever would. A hacking noise made its way from its throat, warming up his vocal cords from lack of use.