Firestone Hot Springs Gotta Keep The Moral Up

At his humbling sorry, Donovan hums back a low, “No worries.” before the other continues speaking about his sister. 

The whole conversation is vague to the bigger male, the word hatred. More importantly the sentence it’s used in. What kind of hatred? He hopes it’s not the same kind the Saints have towards other packs. He wouldn’t want Derg running away from them now.

The wonder only shows briefly on his expression as a smirk replaces it. “Promise?” Donovan teases, practically bouncing up from his spot on the ground and readying himself for battle. Planting his feet sternly and widening his stance. “Come at me then, dear.”