The Heartwood it's a heaven with a taste of hell

the threat on his life would have been alarming… if this wolf had hollow bones and could fly as fast as he ran his mouth. as that wasn't the case, bartok sent him a skeptical look. "is rich," he assured, and then sang out: "i can talk, but can you fly? huh?" – a question loaded with doubt. he snapped back and forth, ditching out of striking-distance and darting back and forth between the stump and the nearby extremity of a tree.

copper attempted to appeal to his more gluttonous nature, and had he prehensile primaries bartok would have rubbed them together thoughtfully and in a waffling manner, pursed his beak and demanded the most extravagant of cuisines.. "bartok not negotiate with terrorist." he decided. no, duress was not the best approach to the invocation of time-sensitive survival campaigns.