Third Person POV 

Blake walks slowly and cautiously behind the white wolf. Though he senses the calm white aura of this being, something keeps him a foot and guarded. A feeling in this place that's new, and incomprehensive. 

The wolf turns as they slowly walk through the trail. His eyes widen and his mouth gawks open as he sees the beauty of the enchantment around them. 

Many walkabout in diverse attire, and he can't help them feel of stepping into a different place, almost as if time has stood still here; a feeling of being caught inside a time portal. It feels as though he has traveled many decades back...