The Heartwood don’t believe all the lies that you’ve been told

Something shifted in the other's demeanour, one that Redshank noted but couldn't quite tell what it actually was. No matter. He felt the man was not a threat — even though realistically he could quite easily snuff out his life — and so continued to keep up his own domineering display. An amused grin spread across his face at the his response; if he felt any pity he did not show it.

Thankfully, the subject was quickly changed and Redshank looked down at the bone again, deciding whether or not to keep it. The stranger's offer was tempting and he was secretly thankful it. For all his arrogance, the boy was a terrible hunter and had been living off scraps for the better part of a month. His stomach constantly pained him. "Fuck yeah," he said, perking up and giving the older boy a happy wag of his tail.