The Heartwood when I saw you first

A story. She smiled at the ask.

Alright. If you want a story, then a story you will recieve. She decided with a firm nod, slowing to a stop. But in return I ask that you consider joining me in the hinterlands when your business elsewhere is done.

They had found a common ground, a rare occurence for Waawaashkeshi. Sitting upon the ground she searched her mind for one of the many stories her mother has passed down to her. She settled on one quickly; topical, dangerous, and to the point.