The Heartwood No one seems to keep

Dreven was not a kind wolf, but he also usually gave the benefit of the doubt when proven wrong. He was still wary of the stranger being so near their borders, but the simple truth was she hadn't stepped over, and if she was being truthful. She had simply stumbled upon them. His growl began to quiet. Though a deep rumble still rolled every so often. But he would make way for Diplomacy as was what his job was.

North? And what is it that you are wandering and searching for, shadow?

Dreven was not fond of this one's open stare. She was not submissive in the least, which he did not expect at the borders, but were she looking for a home, then she would need to cowl her smart assery, and answer truthfully, and Malacath would not settle for anything less than absolute submission. He was a dominant male who did not like those to not bow down to him.


A small smirk danced along his lips as the shadow wolf, began to show her trepidation, especially as Saga spoke. He would allow her to say more if she wished too. He would not invite yet, he wanted answers.

And was this wolf worth their time. Truly.