The Heartwood I'm at One With The Silence

Malacath had held his stare and Dreven hadn't minded. He felt a momentary thrill as his leader stood over top of him, brutish body right there. Dreven could reach out and touch. Though he didn't. Instead he stared up at him with red eyes, slightly heavy lidded and waited.

His fur prickled as Malacath continued to stare. He made no sound. Didn't move. The silence stretched on as the black and silver beast thought. His mind clearly turning with decisions. Finally with a soft breath, he lets himself settle beside Drev. Too far away for the male's liking, but he'd take it.

What's the task, how long are we going and how many wolves do I need to kill to get it?

He lapped pink tongue along brown jaw. Wiggled again for more purchase and lifted his head sideways to look at his leader for an answer. There was no question from him whether they should or they shouldn't. Malacath needed something, so they were going to get it. Simple as that.

In my head i hear the equivalent of that one movie scene where the guys goes. I can't tell you what it is, you can never ask me about it later, but we're going to hurt some people. And the other goes whose car we gonna take.