Ravensblood Forest We appreciate power

YES. Thank you! ;D

Donovan happens to be occupying himself by skirting alongside the river that flowing down from the western peak of mountains that border each side of his newfound home. This river is moderately restless near the base of the beautiful waterfall he finds himself by. Deep in some parts and shallow in others. The coast is a mixture of sands and dirt, while other parts are full of pebbles and rocks. The difference in sensations feel good on his paws as he dips his upper body down to lap at the clear glacier water. It’s cold, almost too cold for his liking and it makes him squint his eyes when the tooth shattering, icy liquid he takes into his maw and slides down his throat, satisfying his thirst. He stays down there for a while, only occasionally talking a break to properly breathe and give his teeth a break an interesting scent hits his nose. At first he believes it’s just a fleeting scent of flowers or something else he can’t quite place. Until he notices it lingering. 

Bringing himself to stand as tall and confident as he usually does, he eagerly sniffs the air around him. Brows furrow as he recognizes that scent, but he can’t quite place it and it’s driving him mad. So upon noticing the wind that’s coming from the south is drifting the scent towards him, he decides to investigate.

Driving onward, he continues on for a solid fifteen minutes until he sees a practically glowing object of the purest whites. Then it clicks and his face lights up. Already a devious smirk crawls onto it like usual and he urges himself towards the familiar she-wolf in an eager trot. Turning the corner of a massive tree base, he reveals himself to her.

His golden eyes lay upon her and he hums pleasantly. “Oh, what a pleasant surprise, dear.” As he says this he comes closer to stand a comfortable five feet from her.