Ravensblood Forest Welcome To My Crib

Donovan looks to his dark furred friend. A low snicker and he shakes his head in faux disappointment. “Yes it does have to be like that sometimes no? But I’m not sorry. It’s their loss and we won’t be the ones paying for it.” It’s a dark promise, the devious look in his eyes solidifying it.

Then he’s hopping down from the tree limb and sticking his nose to the ground, sniffing for any potential leads on a possible midnight snack as he answers him. “It’s a place not of red sap, but of red sands. A desert so to speak. I passed by it on my adventures southwest from here. It’s beautiful.” Then he thinks he might have caught the scent of something and Donovan raises an inquisitive circular brow at the raven furred wolf. “Hungry?”