The Heartwood Dance fruits.

-Some wolves know a lot about this subject and pass along their knowledge. They probably found out the hard way, just like I’m about to do,- Towhee explained right before she popped one in her mouth.

She expected the berry to be mushy in her mouth but it held its form until she pressed her teeth into it. Then it burst, sweetness flooding her palate. Towhee chewed thoughtfully. She didn’t really see the appeal, though food was food.

-Now we wait,- she said after swallowing. -I can tell you a story in the meantime, if you like. Would you like to hear one about your Grandpa Peregrine and Grandma Fox?-