The Sentinels legs and hands, thumbs together

An unusual yearning for a paticularly firey woman had sparked the russet Italian with his unusual travels. The gang, a group which he loved dearly and helped lead was not by his side for this journey. Whether it be a short travel, or long, the crook held no clue, but this undeniable blossom of desire of his old friend was no longer able to be ignored, and had to be acted on. The ending of their relationship was rather grave, Indie's reaction to him trekking so far was hardly predictable. Besides, some time away from his family would do some good, right? He couldn't be around those bastards forever. A subtle smile arose on the brutes maw as he thought of the Merry-Andrews Gang, what a bunch they were. 

His roaming had brought him upon the scorched skeleton of a forest. Donovan's orbs shifted, admiring the beautiful destruction. His pace slowed to a leaisurely walk, a snowflake landed directly on his nose - and he was glad no one was there to see his smile when it did. How embaressing it would be to catch someone with such a tough reputation like himself grinning at a white speck of frozen water landing on his nose. Very much is the answer. 

It wasn't so much the fire that he could relate to, but more the aftermath. No, not the weak trees or dead plants, but the few living things that survived such flames licking agaisnt its bark or attempting to swallow its flowers that somehow, quite impossibly, survived. Survival of the fittest was a factor, but luck played a large part. For, fire can kill all, and it will do so, nothing is as strong as fire no matter how high one's built themself to be. Don knew well he was lesser than the flames of such a strong being, and he accepted it well. 

With all these thoughts scampering about his mind, he hardly noticed the charcoal wolf hidden within the singed woods, concealed well in the jet repercussions of natures blaze. A flurry of their scent filled his nose, causing his eyes to widen at the suden realization. "Ind." His voice was unexpectedly rough and quiet, as he hadn't spoken a word likely in days. It was a failed effort to get the shadow's attention. So instead, he cleared his throat, partly because he needed to fix how corse the way he spoke. Hopefully she would hear this effort. It was strange, the excitment he had expected all along upon finding the zesty girl was not present. Instead, he barely felt anything - maybe because this in fact could be a stranger and he'd interpreted them wrong. He would just have to wait and see.