The Heartwood And will dead lips to speak?

If nothing else could be said of Dreven, he was an obedient beast. Sure he had other notable traits, but that one seemed to please everyone the most. Whether in lust, familial or other such things.

Sticky. Wet. Congealed. Slip Sliding down his large head. But he didn't shudder. He was used to blood on body. He would clean it later. Still as a statue, he stood. Waiting, listening. Wondering. Watching.

Dreven lifted his head as she had instructed and watched her with red eyes. Very Well, Saga. This beast thanks you.

He stepped backward and with another bow to his head. I will take my leave, let you with your rituals and I will make sure to let other's know this is a sacred place, now and none shall enter without express permission. Other than our leader of course.

He chuffed and he would leave, less she wanted more of him.