The Heartwood just when you got it all, you always wanna get some more

Her lips peeled back in a soft, warning growl— calling her a weeny coward was the biggest mistake the male could make, and only added to the long list he had already developed. "I'm not afraid," she corrected him, "at least not more than any other sane wolf would be. You're just acting so damn happy that this happened." Her tail lashed side to side, catlike in her annoyance with him.

"Wolves probably died here. Have some respect," this was complete bullshit, of course, but Tail wanted to knock him down a peg. She continued relentlessly, not really sure why she felt so compelled to argue with this complete stranger, "What if you had lost someone to the storm? How would you feel if someone grinned as they talked about it, like fire is some super cool and fun thing? It destroyed an entire forest."