The Heartwood I whistle a happy tune

She had wandered a quarter of a day's journey to this spot, making little gains in the way of distance than this stranger probably had.

Some ways south of here, at the Spine. When Vienna asked about the willows, Ivev smiled. She hadn't met many wolves who expressed an interest on why she was out wandering for things when she could be back socializing. Ivev wanted to help, but in ways she knew how- she was useless when it came to fighting or patrolling, for harming another wolf intentionally was not on her agenda.

The bark or fresh twigs help with pain when chewed, she explained. But I hope I find ones that haven't been damaged by frost.