The Heartwood nanukigun

A smirk danced along the maw of Dreven as he tilted his head. He met the gaze of the smaller male with a fire in his own. When they're in my home. Hell yes i do. You're saying whatever pack you reek of, wouldn't do the same? Then your lying.

You wanna talk to Atka and bull shit. That's fine, but do it past the borders. He motioned his head towards the border line, red eyes angsty and cold, but he wasn't a cruel leader, just a territorial bastard.

Dreven lay his muzzle along Atka's hip, showing her the deference due for a queen of a pack as she spoke with authority. He wouldn't attack in this regard unless his snow queen bade him too, or they attacked first. She had been the one to handle the meeting and he would not take that from her.