The Heartwood the stone remembers

Towhee willed Aneira to turn back toward her when she spoke, which she did. But she must’ve been whispering, as her lips barely moved and the Redhawk didn’t catch a single word. Her own lips parted, though before she could say anything, Aneira began enunciating. Her eyes kept drifting away and flicking back, though at least Towhee could read her lips now.

I can’t say I’ve heard of them, she had to admit. I’m living at the caldera with my grandson and his mate, and some great grandchildren, if the next few days went to plan. Whereabouts is For—your pack settled? she wondered, not having caught the name in enough detail to attempt pronouncing it. I assume not far from here?