Ravensblood Forest only a fool would make martyrs from heathens

Youre back... again! (*´ω`*)

His playful bites are successful in meeting the thin fur of Renard’s legs and Donovan his smiling. Or he is until he’s being shoved with enough force to send him a good few steps away. Though with the few steps, comes momentum and he’s dashing off towards the tree.

Paws thumping on the ground the short distance to the tree, he pounced onto a thick limb. He skillfully climbs higher and smirks down to the other male. “Come get me or give up, peaches.” He teases.