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He watches her with an interested gaze as she introduces herself as Dawn of Whitebark Stream. He assumes it’s a place, unaware that it could be a pack even though she smells of one. For his own name adds his birthplace in the end.

“Donovan Azura of the Abbey.” He offers to her. 

Then he believes he’s unfamiliar with the name she gives him. Instead he pointedly inhales more of her scent, trying to distinguish who’s it could be; all he knows is that it’s familiar. “I don’t think know if this Surya. What’s he look like?” He asks interested, did the name sound familiar too? He can’t quite put a finger on it. Then as she gestured to the other male and then back to Donovan he realizes she’s asking if the raven furred wolf is with him. Shaking his head side to side he chuckles slightly. “I don’t think he is. Never met him.” He hums, looking over to the male.

Then unknown to him a sleek onyx wolf strides up next to them and Donovan gives him a questionable look. Where did he even come from? He wonders internally. Smoothing our his facial expressions, he allows himself to gaze upon the other male a curious quirk in his coin gold eyes. Taking in his features, he shamelessly looks down the length of his body. Rather large, impressive strength no doubt. Donovan can’t recall a wolf he’s seen wear such a pitch black coat. Then the accent that hits him causes a brow to raise. He finds the male impression enough and gives him nod of his head. 

Though his intense gaze and the a nod are all he does to acknowledge the male, wandering what his relationship is with this female since apparently they know each other. The raven wolf doesn’t smell of a pack either so Donovan is left wondering. He sets his gaze back into the female in front of him.