Drag Me Down

The simple thing to him was he rarely gave out his real name. The name Drevin was for him and those whom he trusted. He did not trust this woman so he gave her the name that he had given to many before her. "Isengad." The name had been extremely strange but it had to do with the reason he didn't trust many. Isengad had been his best friend who had almost been a brother to him. He had tried to kill him through and Drevin was lucky to be where he was today. Isengad was the memory that stopped him from believing in the wolf race.

Isengad wasn't even real though.


The long and complicated past that Drev didn't realize wasn't real could be explained further but that wasn't the point of the troubled boy's interaction with the female named Isabella. "A hare does not fill the bellies of two wolves. Scent that on the wind? Very faint but there isn't just a hare alone." He said simply as he urged her to smell and caught the very faint scent of deer. Very, very faint. It was a journey to get to it but that would fill his stomach as long as her's.