Jade Fern Grove Paradise Hazel

The initially solid stick was turning into chips and splinters and with every angry bite, tear and chew, Birk felt slightly better. It was good to have such a task at hand that enabled him to see the results immediately. And for one amusing moment he thought that, if there were any praise and recognition to be given for destroying sticks, he would have just won the first place. 

He did not ponder on this long, because a quiet greeting from a dark wolf, who was not too far away, reached his ears and made him look up and scrutinize the other's face for some time. Deciding that he now felt like being civil to a stranger, he got up to his feet and went over to have a better look and sniff at the man. "So - what do you want?" this did not come as politely as "how may I help you" would have, but the tone was friendly enough.