The Heartwood Never Felt a feeling of comfort.

I apologize in advance. Honestly I never know what Dreven will do. So I can't promise he will be nice.

Dreven stared with a sort of sickened amusement as the dogbeast fought to capture and kill prey. Though he was momentarily struck in surprise when the creature let go.

Dreven saw the pronghorn coming and with practiced ease, and sure footing he ran and caught the blooded creature between the former marks and dug deep. Heavy feet digging deep, he crunched and the creature thrashed and grunted, finally surrendered.

Dreven drug it near the strange mottled creature and dropped it at his feet.

Next time hold on tighter. And watch the borders.

He was in a giving mood he supposed, not hungry. They could have used it in their caches, but this creature beneath him, seemed pathetic and careworn.

And perhaps he could chalk up one good deed now and again. Then without another word, he turned to lumber away, eyes back on his border patrol.