The Heartwood I'm at One

Dreven chuckled, deep and heavy. You are a pretty thing yourself.

He shook his head, his red eyes laughing for a moment, enjoying their verbal spar, and just for a moment he understood why Atka liked the she wolf. Perhaps some day they could be friends, not simple acquaintances with a shared interest in one wolf.

Dreven grinned, darkly. We are more than enough for it. I assure you. A brief flash of his white teeth and he continued onward.

And if we can't. What's life without a little bit of danger?

His entire life had been dangerous, from the time he had been born. It had curled upon him and stayed there. It had been his bedfellow, his heartache, his love all of it. Danger was what made him who he was. Why he wore the scars he did.