Ravensblood Forest aperitif

The smaller female bristles at his appearance and it seems as if she’s uneasy enough to not let him out of her sight. Wise on her part, though Donovan doesn’t plan on doing anything rash. Of course unless she tries to. Even then, the brindled male allows women to run a bit further with his patience than he allows most males to. He is reasonable but will not put up with it too long. 

This agouti she-wolf proves to be fairly harmless. Donovan doesn’t underestimate, but she seems peaceful enough. So he will meet her with the same energy. 

“I’d hope so.” He hums. “What brings you here then? And what’s got you so bloody?” He asks with a cocked brow and a smile ghosting across his maw.