The Heartwood No one seems to keep

Yes, a charming prince indeed he was. But as for the other woman, not so much.

You speak bold words, stranger. Khasni retorted flatly, lip curling unto a light scowl. She did not like this wolf's behavior. Clearly she had no sense of regard for just whom she interacted with; for they could have been merciless killers and she wouldn't have stopped to think twice of whether it were true.

Prior in time, the harbinger had been held from action from the tiny creature — but now, the Saga considered he to be the one constraining her. Against his limb she hovered closer, finding that the touch of his presence would ease her nerves. For at this time, Khasni had a growing itch to tear the flesh of this woman's throat. 

Why not try answering again a bit more-.. carefully, or you might just see the truth of what the heartwood harbors. The beast behind, a ravager; and the tiny wolf, a witch with small patience. Yes, this was a threat — the first she'd ever publicly made, but for good reason.