Dragoncrest Cliffs immortal,

Roll here.

Donovan stands before her confidently as she raises a brow to him, his golden orbs never leaving her own eyes the color of ice or silver. At her statement he chuckles. “That is always a good way to do things. It’s bad to underestimate someone.” He hums, keeping a keen eye on her as she begins moving. 

Then she’s thrusting herself towards him like a lightening bolt. She’s fast, perhaps faster then he’s guesses she is, but so is Donovan. He’s able to skip out of the way of those pearly whites of hers just in the nick of time. Hell, she was close enough to probably rip fur out, but in the end, her attack is fruitless. Though when he attempts his own, he too, bares no fruit. His swipe of paws to the silvery wolf’s face are not quick enough and it leaves him open for an attack.