The Heartwood Never opened myself this way.

Ciri pressed her ears back as Dutch shared his observations with her. The moondaughter was young and foolish, it seemed, as many could be. That alone was not something she could be faulted for, and she felt the drive to seek Kukutux and show her support.

She inhaled deep, and shifted once more to look upon the Moonglow wolf's face. Thank you, Ciri said, her voice small, now I must go.