The Heartwood Red bull gives you wings, now mix it with coffee

The woman was curt, offering a nod of understanding. It was all that he needed to feel she would keep to his ask. Foxfur did not need to know Nyra’s character for this, an exchange between warriors.

You may howl. I will for you, if your boy is seen.

Foxfur was solemn in his words, but he meant what he said. These passing promises were things he understood, almost preferred. It was best not to know what was underneath a name, a face in passing.

The warrior waited to see if this was all she wished of him.