The Heartwood he said, i got the one for you

what an interesting little landmark!  she had never heard anything like it.  that sounds.. really cool, actually.  i'd like to see it sometime.  maybe you can come visit sunspire, and i can come visit the caldera.  that was, if their pack wasn't super-hella-territorial.  like most of them seemed to be.  like sunspire was.  oh.

are you a warrior?  it took a second to register.  did he really believe that thin seabreeze who looked like she could be broken in half was a warrior?  no, she began with a wide smile, just have a tendency to get myself into trouble.  but i do have some cool stories about them.

she shuffled, moving to her haunches.  the first time my face was ripped open, i was out with a packmate.  we came across this big.. metal thing.  smoke, debris.  there was a creature.  pale, fleshy and pink.  we found some wolves just torturing it, and one of them grabbed me by the face and threw me to the side.  only a few days later, some pups from our neighbor pack trespassed.  

my ex-mate used to run that pack, and we're on good terms with them.  so i told them to go home, and the bastard bit my face!  she laughed good-naturedly.  can you believe it?  they showed up on the pack's doorstep and then disrespected them by spitting in the face of the allies.  she doubted it compared with getting an entire tail ripped off, but.  well.  she tried.