Carry On

Drevin turned in a defensive posture; shoulders squared, head down and eyes narrowed. He had no idea who she was and she had practically snuck up on him. He hadn't necessarily been alert of his surroundings and so the natural defense for him had taken him over. The dark tawny man gave a small hiss and he whispered the words with a calm tone. He never yelled. Never. "Who are you?" The words were silent but enough to carry through the wind to the female. He took a deep breathe as he tried to remember why he was even up in the higher altitudes.


He did not know who this fae was so he was unsure if he could trust her or not. Probably not as most loners and rouges were untrusting miscreants that deserved to fall into the deepest parts of Tartarus. Drev backed up slowly from the rock but his posture was kept. He tried taking another breathe. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. He was counting to ten to try and calm himself down. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. It was failing. Ten. Until he knew she wasn't a threat he could not calm down.