Haunted Wood Give me all your pain

Dreven longed to stride forward and ease whatever discomfort she was feeling, but he couldn't save her everytime.

No there were some things, she had to come to terms with on her own. And he knew his snow, she didn't shirk from sharing her opinion of many things. She was a wolf with a backbone of steel. Regardless of her small stature.

Dreven had found the heartwood had filled a place of melancholy. It had given him purpose, but his purposes were rearranging. He was becoming something different than he had been. Oh he would always be an asshole. Absolute lust incarnate, but he was learning to temper it with grace, or more so Atka was tempering it with grace.

It is important to me.

Dreven frowned. He may never hunt us down. But I don't know.