The Heartwood Secret destroyers hold you up to the flames

He wasn't so sure about dangerous being fun, and it showed in the skeptic raise of his eyebrow. But the logical assumption that he would probably never see a big fire like the one that had devastated this forest and left them with something intriguing to explore quieted whatever worry had formed. He looked at the place where Tuvaq's shoulder had brushed his own and then glanced up to meet his gaze. Yeah, you're probably right, he agreed. It was not something he needed to waste much time fretting about. 

It seemed like Tuvaq had seen quite a lot, but Acheron couldn't help the look of stunned surprise that crossed his face a the mention of a wolf that liked to drink blood. Drink blood? he asked. From what? From his prey or something? Obviously the taste of blood was not something that bothered him, but he couldn't say he had actually ever drank it from anything. He glanced up at the bird, who was still following, soaring and landing on a tree nearby anytime they got too far ahead. A raven. Is that what is was called? As for the good luck: I hope so, he answered, still watching the bird. Not that his life had been filled with much hardship, but who wouldn't want good luck?

He met his companion's gaze once more when he asked if he was from around here. Acheron nodded. Yeah, my pack lives along the river east of here near the mountains. We're called Kaistleoki. He paused a few beats before asking: What about you?