The Heartwood oh, adi, don't you know you're still number one?

When she crossed @Aditya's scent, Easy wanted to cry.

The Heartwood had burned long ago, and the new growth provided little in the way of physical shelter. Instead, she'd begun to dig her den deep under a charred and fallen tree at the edge of these two territories — so that they had the meadow to chase deer in, and the young woodland to stalk turkey and other small prey. Not much further stood a rich riparian zone, or something that would be once spring hit, at least.

It was perfect. It was just what she'd wanted.

It was so different from White Spine.

Would it be very different, raising children that were not Aditya's?