Hushed Willows Late At Night — You’ll Find Me Creeping

Donovan only listens to the two of them talk to each other. Easily following them out of their borders without so much as a compliant. The scent of their borders died along with the rain and so did the accuracy of his nose. He’s grateful they decide not to treat him as a threat, for he didn’t feel like dirtying his teeth on such a ‘fine’ night.

As soon as they lead him to the edges of their border, they can consider him as good as gone.