Totoka River A better Opportunity

Donovan’s distracted gaze and ears numbed by the soft noises of the river have him clueless to the males surprise arrival. His head shoots in the direction of the voice to find another impressively sized wolf. Though Donovan’s girth is easily two times bigger than him, he meets him equally in height. The strangers coat is mixed of onyx and raven, impressively well camouflaged in the dim light of the night. Though the stranger seems to be thinner, Donovan wouldn’t go as far to say unhealthy or malnourished. This mystery man’s coat shines beautifully in the moons blue-white light, or perhaps it’s just the glare. Either way, Donovan can be seen shamelessly taking in this man’s appearances.

At his words though Donovan chuckles lowly. “Scared the fuck out of me.” He hums. “Evening,” he greets back with his own smile, though it has mysterious undertones in it as usual. “and, yes, it seems sleep isn’t coming easily tonight.”