Ravensblood Forest Will You Hold the Line?

Donovan is pleasantly surprised by smooth seriousness of her comeback. Donovan nods with her words, agreeing with them. Then finally he’s the last to introduce himself. “Donovan Azura of the Abbey.” He says finally. Then seconds what Nemisis says. “Yes, it seems fate has destined us to be enemies with the pack north of us. For at first it wasn’t intentional. Now we accept it, just as we do anything else.”

He steps forward voice strong. “I do not expect us to become allies at first glance, it would be naive to trust someone so willingly. Though where you might think Nemisis is too rude and perceive me unable to take matters seriously, if a pack that meets us gets offended by our display of confidence, gets hurt by mere words, and cannot see the bigger picture of good relations because of those things. They are not worthy of an alliance with the Saints.” Tilting his chin up to Ira he continues. “You stood fair through both our evident attitudes and continue to stay professional and open minded. You would be worth an alliance with the Saints. We would be a worthy asset in times of war and hold any alliance we have seriously, treating them as our own.” 

The male swishes his curled tail and grins. “We’re both previously from packs with a savage history, but we aren’t unreasonable — sometimes. If you are bothered by our ways then perhaps it will be in you to judge the relationship of our packs.”