The Heartwood All the debts I owe

Foxfur could not help but smile at her statement.

The man was prone to feeling tired when he had found warmth. The summer suns would lull him into a state of near sleepwalking. He could recall many moons when he would patrol to the furthest reaches of the Starsea and find himself lured by the warmth of the stones. As he had gotten older, those tendencies had faded away.

Oh, yes, quite far. I am staying with a clan called Moonglow right now. They are good wolves.

The warrior did not like feeling that he was talking about himself. Not when he had only met the young woman. She had been kind enough to ask – he felt it was respectful to give her a proper answer.

These lands are vast and beautiful. I am surprised there are not more settled here.