Dragoncrest Cliffs The Moon Calls To Me

Donovan continues searching throughout the darkness, canary eyes squint as they shoot in every direction hoping to settle on whatever is creeping in the darkness. Then a creek that sounds louder than it really is sounds out a little to the left of where he was already looking. An outline can be seen now, the figure still dark, but tangible with the eyes. It’s a tall dark figure and he can see the reflection of light dancing into their eyes. Donovan furrows his brows further. What the fuck is that? He wonders. The outline is not enough to go by so he takes a gamble.

His heavy, wet paws drawl him closer to the other. “Who are you?” The brindled male asks lowly, but not maliciously. “If you don’t try and kill me, I’ll do the same. Just come out slowly.” He says it in a regular tone of voice, the mowhawk along his back is still slightly raised, but only in caution.