Shadewood You're lovin' this bad boy sh-

Supposedly Dreven had sensed the stranger as well, his demand voiced in a tone she'd rarely heard from him. Her yellow stare flickered around the forest and its white backdrop until her gaze was guided by another voice. Atka sized up the wolf, comparable to Dreven's monstrous size. She held her tongue for a moment, swallowing back the lump in her throat, though this stranger voiced he had no ill intent, the situation was to tense for her liking.

❝Sacred land?❞ She responded with a genuine curiosity.

Atka sent a brief glance at Dreven, to get some sort of clue of how he felt on the situation. The fur prickling along her spine was enough of a tell on how she felt, regardless of her even tone.

❝We don't intend to stay here, is this- your home?❞ She wondered how a single wolf could lay claim, but she noted the long scars that framed his face and his enormous size, so she kept those thoughts to herself.