Porcupine Ridge I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

Only a cameo because I can. Hehe

Dreven never was very far. Long lean legs and scarred body skimmed through the underbrush. One singular eye taking in the world around. Heady whispers and he followed. One blind, one wide open.

Roved along the two charming wolves. How quaint. They didn't see him, he didn't think. But there was a glint of something unholy in the red of his eye. So she liked to talk about others. Didn't matter what she said. His name had been in her mouth and she had delivered his presence.

He gave a soft snort. A smirk and turned the opposite way. Curiosity sated for where his little shadow was. But she kept other company. And perhaps it was time to make her stay with that one. Because Dreven couldn't promise anything. Not even friendship. He perverted it and twisted it.