The Heartwood do well; do good

She grinned at his admission that he liked her name. Perhaps she wasn't so bad at this after all. Bat your eyes enough times, and eventually you'll find a gullible dude. Well, Cal, that's really nice of you to say. Maybe it was easier with the younger ones. Then again, they were a lot less valuable. They didn't have the same refined skillset as the older wolves, from what she understood. Still, he would have to do. Or she'd ditch him pronto.

He mentioned rabbits, and a frown settled on Diantha's face. That's all you can get for me? I'll bet we could take down something bigger if it were the two of us. She was hankering for a bigger meal that would last her more than an evening.