Gyrfalcon's Keep Salty dogs

Dreven met her gaze, if she looked close enough she could see the fire there. The want to live and thrive and be everything he hadn't been, because this woman obviously wanted honesty, so she could have it. All the darkness that played there at his edges. He moved closer to Atka, his flank pressing against her side as she looked at him, there was a dangerous edge there at the cusp of his body, any who knew him within first meeting him would see it. But Atka tempered it with all her goodness. He averted his eyes then, he had not meant offense, he was simply showing her what she wanted.

As Atka said we are searching. I came here from a different land than this, where there was darkness and death and evil things. Where the gods were begged and cursed all in one. I want something different, and i want to be where Atka is happy.

He took a deep breath. He hated speaking like this it was irritating, but he continued, a low hum of questioning in his throat. Sacred. What gods do you follow priestess?

He looked around him and then said softly. Only a priestess or a priest, a shaman, would say that a land is sacred. My father was this way.