The Heartwood Such Destruction, So Little Time

Have some Dreven <3

Dreven lifted his red eyed gaze from the mouse that ran around at his feet. He would catch it and release it. Finally, he bent and with a snap of his jaws he grasped it in his teeth, one crunch, a cut off squeak, and swallowed it with a quick gulp.

He heeded the call, brown legs tearing up the ground. Every paw step, soot and ash flew up and colored his brown fur gray. He arrived at the borders promptly and stared at the wolf for a moment. Tail above his back, neck arched.

He smirked. You rang?

He traced the form of the male in front of him, large, muscle bound. He would be fun to tease, to push to his limits. Dreven saw the scars. So he was a bit hot headed, meant perhaps a bit more passionate. Those were the ones that always sang so beautiful when dominated.

Dreven was not as rude to this one. As he had called politely at the borders. The other had just shown up. Though it was clear he lived here, and would protect it with his life.