That is a Nice Rock

Sparrow couldn't understand not living somewhere comfortable. The north? Volcanoes? Far away islands filled with bugs? None of that made any wolf cooler than another and really it probably just caused them to die a lot sooner. There was no reward in living a harder life than someone else the way Sparrow saw it, but Recluse had chosen her lands for her own reasons and her rewards were in rocks, not harder lives. the north, however, Sparrow would never get. They didn't even have cool rocks, just ice which was kinda like a rock but then it melted back into stupid water. There was also that one pirate ship in the north, but- Sparrow was getting distracted.

"... only other thing of value is..."

Recluse motioned to herself and drew Sparrow's attention back to the present. Sparrow attempted to close the gap between them almost entirely and though Recluse was no small wolf, Sparrow still dwarfed her to an extent, "Ah, well there is that, ghost queen," Sparrow muttered in softer tones than the loud and confident ones she had used earlier. "And if we lose, then what is it you want of me?" Sparrow paused for a moment. "And what if I took one thing of value now and raided for the other later?"