The Heartwood Never Felt a feeling of comfort.

thoughts were mixmush as single concept of gratitude formed in brain as solidbrown eyes were pinned to pronghorn dead still giving of smell of life and warmth 

eyes went up as name was given back

"dreven." repeated. quick nods of confirmation. this meant something.

and because meaning of it was good t.k. didn't turn to run when wolfbeast came nearer just stood trembling slightly like treetrunk after tremor

(name given name name means good means good)

((only means things won't last but that was fine shehe was good was fine without rodyn))

"n-no- yesyesiknow." first shaking then nodding "thankthankyouforcatch." eyes darted downward to killed prey. 

a gulp.

"draven." neck craned to see better criss-cross face but dodge red eyes "wh-whyhelp? whyhelpme?"

tail gave a single wag.

hope?