The Heartwood No one seems to keep

His leader made a bold touch past him. Fur to fur, and at his hip. He made a low rumble of a purr, but kept his eyes on the girl at their borders. Malacath at his side. Khasni at his chest. He felt like a bone inbetween, but he was not adverse to this feeling. No, it gave him a thrill. It was his bread and butter after all, where he was from.

He kept all three in his gaze. Khasni as she circled the she wolf, but he was momentarily surprised when Malacath snapped at the spirit seeker, but not in harms way. No to simply warn to move. And he began his own questioning.

The overt display of dominance was one he had known would show itself. And he had worried that the girl would not be submissive enough, and it clicked in on his heels again. The thought of. What if?

For now Dreven would observe, his questioning done.