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

The fiery woman spoke, Slavik nodded in agreement. I haven't seen one this good in a while, it's awesome, he replied with a cheery hum, glancing back up at the luminous colors. He looked back to her when she introduced herself, Ceara. It was a pretty name, and it fit her well. He took a few steps in her direction, I'm Slavik, nice to meet you Ceara, he said with a smile, his tail wagging in an amiable manner.

So Ceara, what're you doing out here? Are you a traveler too? he asked, unsure of whether or not she was from a pack. He thought he smelled that distinct scent on her, but his nostrils were also being overwhelmed with the scent of the charred forest, and the rain that had awoken it's aromas.