Fox's Glade someone only you could want

Another thing Wren had learned: she is a terrible fucking liar. Or maybe it was just impossible to lie to Silvertongue.
She thinks of the promise she had made to Akavir about not telling her that they knew, and she finds herself sucking in manual, haggard breaths as those eyes of pure jewel stare up at her.
She knows there's something the Gamma is hiding.
Hey, it's better to have things be silent than have some shit goin' down, right? A forced laugh followed by a shiver that runs from behind her ears to the tips of her toes. They've got this, uh, like, really young queen. Name's Toula or something. She was... nice...? But that whole place was just fuckin' creepy. So advanced, like, to an unnatural degree. Fur coats everywhere and shit, like they live in some kinda dystopian Hell of opposable toes. She waggles a paw, aimlessly flicking her wrist for emphasis. Some guy called Sen-moot gave us these berries and I ate a bunch and got really fucked up. God, that was embarrassing. She's rambling. Or maybe just stalling.
Silence, as she swallows her breath and presses her teeth down on her tongue. And I, um, I heard you used to live there.