The Heartwood if you can't handle these claws you don't get this kitty

For quite some time Slavik watched the rainbow up above without noticing the other wolf nearby. The flame nearby actually, for that was truly what she was. He simply watched the colors in the sky, mixing and melting like someone had taken a vibrant meadow, striated it, and pasted it onto the blue canvas above. He'd seen many rainbows out on the plains, but something about the contrast between those colors and this burnt forest made this one seem more special. Him as Speedy weren't together at this moment, but he hoped wherever she was she could see this.

When finally his eyes drifted away, they immediately caught sight of the flame, and widened to behold her colors. She looked very much like one of the wolves on the plains, and he briefly wondered it he were related to her. Probably not. He let out a friendly chuff to get her attention.