The Heartwood heilig

Dreven knew well the monsters that walked among his kin. The ones that surfaced in teh daylight, and you still couldn't leave at night. They were always there. Lurking. Hunting. Fighting. Breaking.

Dreven narrowed his eyes at her. Wondering at her motive now. He stepped back and studied her. Pink tongue slipped to lick side of his muzzle as he thought through her words.

He placed a careful smirk on his face. Secrets hmm. Do you have secrets, Minne? he circled her a bit, eyes on her form and face. Wondering. Was she a spy? Or was she simply curious? He had not given any information other than the barest of bones. What they were, who they were.

No names had passed his lips. Red eyes dipped and curled around her form. Taking in all the lines. She was a pretty thing for a not wolf. Now that he was nearer he could see the spots.

He could show her secrets.