The Heartwood Will you tear my skin?

Dreven never strays far from his new leaders side. Occasionally stopping to smell some sort of life or check a prey line to see how strong it is. But he always returns like a brown shadow, sticking to the beast.

Dreven is one that knows how to appease, but also to listen and do a duty. He can think for himself, but usually doesn't. Thinking had no place in the pits, but his father had taught him and his sister had taught him. Though his mother and sister taught him other things too. He shifted. Dreven would step into the mantle of leadership only if he was certain his leader would not return, and he would step back aside, were he to return from a grave or a journey plus.

The buzz of the males voice leaves Dreven feeling soft. His ears forward. Praise. Adoration of sorts. Again the creature emotion Dreven knows so well, pops forth. Digging. Tearing. But he will do nothing for now.


Dreven eyed the water and the distance they would need to travel to get to the underwater cavern. A flare of unease licks at his withers, but not the water no. The cave system, beyond him. One ear flicks to his head. But when he sees red eyes boring. Staring. Begging. Hot and purposeful, beneath his skin. He steps into the water, deeper, deeper he goes and begins a strong sure stroke towards the cavern system.