The Heartwood I'm at One

Heph laughed, lightly at the suggestion in his words. It was true he was a handsome specimen and she was not opposed to having her fun though that was hardly why she had lingered in the Heartwood. She saw a flash of his red eyes before his attention turned but she responded easily, a thread of humor infusing her tone. "Handsome though you are I'm not sure I'd like to be quite that close to Atka." Edging closer so she was walking near enough to use an easy volume to allow conversation to pass between them she regarded their surroundings with a general sweep of her gaze.

Nodding her head she was unsurprised at his pragmatic attitude. Certainly, wolves starved in the winter, but Heph had never truly worried about it. Perhaps it was because she had previously been part of a pack where all the worrying was done for her by someone else, or perhaps it was simple naivete. But it made sense to her that Dreven was concerned and she had no particular problems with being prepared though it would not have crossed her own mind. "Pronghorn I can help with if you think the two of us are enough." Still facing off against beasts with antlers recalled something for her, and she knew they were intimidating, but she would hardly be the reckless endangerment her sister had called her if she let such thoughts linger on her mind.