Altar of Twilight Never had so[M]eone to call my own

Dreven looked down at Atka with a small smirk on his face, but there was a tightness in his chest, when he nodded his head. Yes. Though, Khasni is not large, but she is not to be trifled with.

Dreven studied the she wolf in front of him. Clearly she was not one to settle down. Well so be it. She had given a murmur of an agreement. Nothing like he had wanted, but it was better than nothing. He'd take it. She could do whatever she pleased to him, about him, for him, he didn't give a shit, but he would not have her betray Atka in some way. That would be a quick way to have her throat torn out, but she didn't seem to have any ill will in mind.

Dreven briefly looked to ATka again and he wondered if she was aware yet, what she held on a tether, what she could have him do, what he would do were she to just ask. Or were someone to hurt her. Heaven or hell help them because he was going for em.

Heph needn't worry, despite the fact that he was not in fact her biggest fan. Atka held her in some sort of esteem and for that, she would not get any trouble from him, unless it involved Atka.