Dragoncrest Cliffs immortal,

As her silvery gaze meets his, she offers a greeting back. Though the language she gives, he does not understand. Thankfully, the silver she-wolf continues on, an unbothered not really comes from her. Donovan tilts his head and gazes at her with a hint of suspicion, he can tell there’s something bothering, but he is no therapist and surely she wouldn’t want to share with him anyway. So he continues to allow his gaze to linger on her as she says her last words. She seems bothered by her own ghosts of the past, Donovan can relate, though he’s not sure if her loss is as recent as his. Or if it’s even a loss at all, who knows.

At this he hums in acknowledgment, perhaps even his own demons show through his somber expression. He gazes down to the cliff and out onto the great open ocean. After a few seconds, he shifts his golden hues back to her, the gloomy expression he held prior completely gone now. A playful smirk brandishes his maw and he nods his chin up to her, a challenge in his sparkling yellow orbs. 

“How about we take your mind off it then?” He offers, brows furrowed Yet the smirk remains. He widens his stance and his curled tail even dares to wag a bit on his hips. “A spar. Fight me.” He hums playfully.