The Heartwood You bring out the worst in me

she could not hope to complain about the lack of words he spoke, for she was similar in that regard. the only times she ever voiced herself was to obtain more knowledge. like this instance. the first creature she had come across upon entering this land had been little help. she had been accused of being a 'floating head' with not much else. she could almost leer at the memory. almost. "yes" she breathed, patiently. Huntington knew that was what he meant. sister was a family word. any fool could guess that.

the way he lacked 'my' between the words however... it had been vexing. still, she pressed on. "the pack, then. what is it called?" she pursued the lead given to her. community. pack. it was the same thing in essence. in order to properly settle in a region, she required to know about the neighbors it possessed. "the sister you speak of, is she the leader?" or merely a playmate he had pledged himself to in another way? out of loyalty, perhaps. that is what a pledge is. he did not give much.