Hoshor Plains I Wear My Sins On My Sleeves

As the male saunters on his way, he hears someone step up behind him, eventually coming to walk parallel to the giant man. Looking over the grey and black scale wolf meets his eyes and Donovan smiles to him. A casual and silent greeting to the other until he truly decides to speak.

“Evening, Colin.” He hums, golden eyes that match the stunning yellow of the sun only look to him briefly before gazing forward once more. “How’re you liking it?” He asks, referencing the pack. “Everyone being nice to you?” This time the words come out a bit teasing, the casual smile now becoming more playful.