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

That was one theory.  It'd have to be good enough, because Ceara didn't have any.  She wasn't any good with stories or fables, and his rendition was straightforward enough.  

And then it was gone.  She was kind of sad; the only thing surrounding them now were a bunch of dead, burned-up trees.  Either or, she says, Whatever you'd like.  We should all hang out together some time, though.

Right?  The thought of Speedy caused her ears to burn, and she wasn't quite sure she wanted to share, but..