The Heartwood Bearer of News

Heph was one of those wolves, that could sound so formal and so whimsical all at the same time. It took some getting used to for the dark scarred wolf. Though he eyed her with interest at the other skin upon her back?

Carrying your bed with you?

Then a smirk curled his lips again. A gift, eh? Does it need broken in too?

Though at her next words, his ears moved forward and eyes showed a cold knowledge and interest.

What news? Good I hope?

He listened as well as he could, as she explained the antlers the skull. Truth be told, pups hadn't crossed Dreven's mind. And he wasn't even sure if he was father material really. He probably had some bastards out there running around, but had he cared for them, not a whit. Would he care for any Atka bore him. Hell yea he would, He'd suck, but he would. However, he didn't even know if she wanted to ruin her figure for it. He should probably, maybe find that out.