𝕀𝕓𝕚𝕤

You’re in the centre of the valley, peering up at the grand conifer positioned in the very middle. It’s a gorgeous sight, and you can’t not admire it. "It’s what brought us here, the tree," a voice says suddenly, a shaggy male wolf approaching you. His fur is matted and unkempt, and he has a sleeping pup positioned on his back. Perhaps he is a pupsitter? "My name is Ibis. I found Cassowary wandering the world all those years ago. I brought her here." He tells you, a airiness in his voice, "I was once the top male around here, until that Magpie showed up and flashed his goody-goody grin and caused every female to fall for him." It is clear that this event deeply offended Ibis, however you really don’t care. Nor does anyone else, seeing as a few passing wolves roll their eyes as they overhear Ibis’s woes. "I’d suggest you steer far away from that slut of a wolf. Just stick to the hunters." Ibis utters scornfully, before leaving just as dramatically as he’d arrived. You are left... confused to say the least.