Ravensblood Forest Some Good Ol’ Family Bonding

Letting loose a final bark of laughter at her tease to the poor boy, who definitely didn’t ask for anything of this treatment, Donovan shakes his head at Nemisis jesting remark with a smile. “It’s okay, Derg, just ignore her.” He hums.

Then as they continue onward with their noses working hard to find the hooved mammal, Donovan stops dead in his tracks. Golden eyes that previously drifted along the horizon stop magnificent antlers — it’s a buck they’ve smelt; a healthy one at that. Now Donovan might be a bit wary of taking this on with three wolves but why not at least try.

Nodding his chin in the direction of the buck, he whispers a quick plan. “We could all take him from different directions. I’ll go left, Nem goes right, Derg you come up the middle. Sound good?”

If confirmation of the plan is a go, then Donovan will begin moving into place on the left of the deer. Keeping his body low ready for the chase to begin.