Greatwater Lake wrapped them in "I don't owe you a damn thing"

His appearance catches the attention of the pale furred animal. Donovan still cannot place what animal she is, but his question seems to get her attention well enough. Her eyes take in his own appearance it seems and that twinkle of curiosity is enough for him to know she’s interested in what he has to say. 

Though when the wispy furred female replies, Donovan’s thick ears point forward, intently listening to the odd accent that’s whisked through his ears. A halfling. For a moment he has no idea what she means, but at her finishing words he hums in acknowledgment.

“Ah. So you’re part wolf part dog then?” He asks, cocking his head curiously a smirk taking over his handsome face.

His golden eyes can’t help but take over her form. The longer, flowing hair song her body is stunning. So different as well. He wouldn’t be surprised if she ca this him shamelessly staring. 

Then as she introduces herself, he can’t help but nod back. “Donovan.” He hums back. “What brings you around here, darling? And what type of dog are you? You’re unique it seems.”