The Heartwood all we can do is try.

Falwasi snickered in a friendly manner as the female jumped slightly, not noticing whether the male had, too. As the female forced a small smile at her, the honeyed wolf couldn't help but feel slight disappointment radiating from the two wolves. She stood still as the small grey wolf dictated her myth, chills creeping up her spine as they always did when she listened to horror stories. Her expression remained placid, though, contradicting the cold she felt in her body from being alone with two strangers in the woods belonging a different pack.

The female was dramatic, for sure, and Falwasi found it amusing. She believed the first part of her story, but the part where the descendants of the wolves were forced out of the forest? Not so much. She turned her head to look at the agouti male who had begun to speak. 'Only one way to find out,' he said with a wink that Falwasi didn't take any notice of, 'Why don’t we go see what we can find?' he offered. 'I'm up for it - what do you say?' the lithe wolf agreed, looking at the female for confirmation. She was going to have to spend the night in this territory anyways, and what better way to spend it than getting to know the wolves while exploring the pack's history?