The Heartwood my irregular heartbeat is starting to correct itself

Raven was pleased at his friendly response, and she waved her tail at him in return. "As long as I'm not interrupting you from other business, I'd really like that," she said, though she wondered if she would actually eat whatever they took down (if anything at all). Her compulsion to take everything directly to her alpha female and insist she eat it was more powerful than her own appetite. Puppies were the pack's future, after all, and every instinct in her screamed that whenever she entertained the thought of keeping meat for herself.

As she fell into step alongside the pale stranger, her voice was hushed as she added, "I'm Raven. I live at the caldera over there," she indicated the direction in which her packlands lay with a nod of her head in what she assumed to be the correct direction.