The Heartwood Now we're climbing higher

Flicker whipped to Tundra with a snarl, the birds dropping with a dead thud. So, she was correct in her assumption. Again, she was followed in bad name. ”I told you to go home. Unless you don’t have one I’d recommend you fuck off and stop following me.” Each word was projected with an icy, venomous tip. She wouldn’t stand to be followed home, not that she’d willingly give away the location. They’d be moving all too soon anyway. 

In warning, she lunged forward, snapping her teeth in emphasis of her point, hoping to try and just scare the lost puppy away. She didn’t want to stand for anymore shit Blackfeather gave her. Though, she could certainly use the opportunity to prove herself and regain her legacy. If only she had Mor and Cinders here to share it  — would she share the glory this time, though?