The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

Though the shade of other's smile was scary, Wraen picked up the invitation behind it and, when the wolf shifted it's gaze back to the rock, the yearling drew the courage to leave her spot and walk carefully closer. One step after another and another and she was at a distance, where the object of the pale she-wolf's interest lied and was easy to examine in better details.

"What is it?" she finally asked, when she could not find a single curious thing about it.