The Heartwood Edge control

"Your gain," Llewellyn counters, eyes glittering like the water. He ponders what she offers, the name she's given. Sunspire. It holds not the slightest bit of familiarity in his mind, though it bears slight resemblance to the name of his own pack, Moonspear. Perhaps this is what gives him a sense of kinship with the laconic woman, and prompts him to say the name of his new band in turn.

"Moonspear," he answers, "though I am new to that kingdom, having come from the south." His eyes linger on her face, watching each muscle, every facet. "Have you heard of a land called Mynydd?" Was there recognition in her gaze? Does her mouth betray prior knowledge of the place? His next move hinges on her body language, the way she answers this question, both physically and verbally. He is prepared to give the name he gave Speedy, if it comes to that.