The Heartwood do well; do good

That’s a super pretty name, Caracal replied, his words as generic as they were heartfelt. You can call me Cackle or Cal if you want, he told her, eager to let such a pretty girl call him by his more casual-sounding nicknames.

He was just about to ask her where she lived, if anywhere, when she cut across his thoughts with a question. Sure! I’ve only ever hunted smaller game, so maybe some rabbits or something?

He promptly began to pay less attention to Rose and more attention to their surroundings. He liked feeding people—he often provided meals to Killdeer—which made sense with his vocation. He just hoped he could manage to succeed after falling short lately.