The Heartwood oh, death

Large Brutish paws tore up the ground as he moved through the heartwood. Red Eyes gleaming, searing into the night that burned around. There was nothing an no one here anymore. His pack even their scent was stale, but he continued through, like a wraith. Stalking, searching. Something to ease the burn in his chest.

He came across a male there. Handsome, dark. And a growl resonated from his throat. Red eyes snapping to the man as his tail arched and swayed above his back. Towering, slathering. He snarled.

You are in claimed territory Shadow. Run or die.

He quivered there, body poised to take flight, to chase after this shadow of a wolf. Even if clearly he was hurting, he was upset with something. However, this was not the brown beast's concern and he was a warden, the harbinger. He needed to keep these woods empty for Alduin, for Khasni. Perhaps even for Atka if she chose to make her home among death.

I hope a dreven is okay.