Ravensblood Forest Some Good Ol’ Family Bonding

As Nemisis eyes down the male, a smile on her maw Donovan knows she’s up to something. In reply he tilts his head and gives smile that says Really? and cocks a brow at her. “Oh I’m sure you will be, dear.” He hums slyly back to her.

Then as they begins trotting in the direction Donovan catches the glimpse of the she-wolf’s suggestive antics. Poor Derg, already in the mad woman’s sights. Donovan can only protect him so much from the sultry female. Yet Donovan internally shrugs and chuckles. “Behave yourself, Nemisis.” The words are chiding yet the tone is not. It borders on a suggestiveness of his own, low and teasing. “Let’s get on with this hunt then.” He calls to them.

He already has the scent of the deer, all that’s left to do is follow it. So with a quick mumble of, “This way.” he’s off in a direction, leathery nose stuck to the ground. They’ll come across it soon, the scent isn’t too faded.