Tuktu Hinterlands Yea, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter

Atka followed behind Dreven closely. Their path had altered at the havoc the Hildibrandr seemed to be undergoing, their supposed haven for winter gone. She kept up without falter, even with the cold creeping up her limbs as she trudged beside Dreven in the snow.

Her stare at the ground was pulled up as her companion had paused in his steps. She glanced upwards, her relaxed expression dropping at the sight of the strangers. Atka would have expected to continue on, but this wolf knew Dreven's name. The fur along her spine pricked up no matter how much effort was put forward to hide the unease brewing in her. The anxiety only grew as Dreven said his name, Aludin.

Atka could do nothing to dispel the tense air, so she remained silent as Dreven paced, glancing between the two strangers.