The Heartwood Will you tear my skin?

A chuckle rattled from Dreven's throat. Deep and Full bodied, much like his laughter always was, though he didn't laugh fully often. But he found amusement in this little treasure of a place and his leader.

Dreven feels the stare and tightens and releases his paws with a smirk.

It's the simple things you know.

He tilted his head and slowly moved back to his feet. Long paws underneath him, quietly waiting while his leader looks and searches. He didn't want to be far in case of. He was certain there was nothing here to harm them, but just in case.

It's certainly a small space fit for a King. Was Dreven's quiet murmur to his leader's admission.

It was beautiful. Though, Dreven wasn't certain if he himself would come often. The thought of having to constantly go underground, made his chest tighten a little, but he would do it if Malacath wanted. And he would probably show Saga if she hadn't seen it already. There maybe plant life down here she could use.