Blacktail Deer Plateau woke up on the wrong side

He’s glad to find the wolf replying in a calm and collected way. He’s always ready to dirty his teeth with that sweet crimson, but he like to see how situations play out. After all, his pack isn’t big enough for him to constantly be terrorizing the the many individuals that pass by.

At her words he absentmindedly nods, listening. Eyes flick briefly to the forest that is meant to bear his pack and he nods once more to her question. Uncaring to the calculating steps she takes to close the distance between them.

“Yes. It’s my home for the moment. I’m rebuilding my fallen pack here.” His voice doesn’t display any weakness towards the subject, but if one pays enough attention, the calm canary color of his eyes sour with the thought of his dead brethren. “I’m willing to walk you through so my partner doesn’t rip you apart. She’s known to do that sometimes.” He laughs casually, the noise deep and rumbling, attractive and almost unintentionally seductive. Even though the words probably shouldn’t be delivered so carelessly. 

Then he dips his head into halfway now and introduces himself. “Donovan Azura of the Abbey.” His smile is cocky when he revels in his birth name. “Yours, dear?”