Phantom Hollow They’re trying to find it in someone

Dreven knew that were they to fight. One would die. Which one well that was up to fate, not him or the other. Though it would be a fun one. Though the brown wolf, could think of other ways to try the stamina and fortitude of the wolf in front of him, but that was neither here nor there.

Dreven knew his voice could stir others to many things. He had used it to do so. Even the queen could be told what to do in moments of high pleasure or panic. Though he did not excercise that gift often. He did not wish to bear more scars from her. The wins he had were enough.

Dreven lifts meaty brown, paw. Pink tongue darting out to lick the blood between his paw pads, before he lifts a gaze again, long pink swirl against muzzle. A snick of teeth.

I do aim to please.

He nods. Very well. I will share this meal with you. Though civilized I am not.