The Heartwood Such Destruction, So Little Time

Dreven had a healthy dose of respect for any wolf, that could answer without preamble and get right to the point. However, if he was understanding correctly and chances are he was, this stranger wanted permission to enter their lands, to what look around?

He stared incredulously. You want to come onto pack lands and explore? Or you want information?

Dreven licked along the seam of his muzzle. His tongue curling around a fang as he waited for the answer. His own red eyes continuing the stare as the other did. If this stranger wanted to stare into a strangers eyes and possibly cause a fight, well Dreven was game.

His stared was cool, calculating. How much information does he give. And what does he omit?