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Drev supposed he was broken of sorts. He had certainly learned to please, in an effort to at first not die. Then it had been to avoid the pits. He hated the pits. But he would have welcomed death. He was a man with nothing to lose and thus far, no more allegiance to anyone.

Dreven finally realized she was a queen. He blamed his lack of sleep. He dipped his muzzle gently in a show of deferance as he spoke.

I have no business here, Queen Vex. Simply passing through at the moment. I may settle, but I haven't decided yet.

He moved closer, but didn't overcrowd, he was testing his boundaries, because for the first time in his life he could. He smiled, and shifted. Brown pelt rippling with the movement. With a grace, most did not bely he gentle lowered himself to his haunches, paws straight, red eyes closer now. Studying, watching. Waiting.