Hoshor Plains I Wear My Sins On My Sleeves

Donovan eyes the dark male. After shaking himself out he joins him, walking in to coat himself in the cooling liquid a meter or so away from him. His thick ears perk at the question and a grin contorts his handsome face. “Trying to make me confess, huh?” He jests, then continues on with the initial question asked. “Ask and you shall receive.” He hums lowly, smile still in place as he looks over to him.

“I inherited the pack from my father. He gave it up to me so see how I’d fair leading. Then I met another dog, Sasha.” When he says her name a hint of venom accompanies it. “I don’t know what she was. She had thick fur of gold and white, two bright blue eyes and a curled tail much like mine. A husky I think is what they’re called. Anyhow, shit happens, she becomes a part of the pack, gets pregnant with my pups, then blows the whistle on us.” He looks grimly into the pale eyes of the reverend. “My pack was known to be predictably savage. She lead humans straight for us. I watched ‘em par her on the head as they killed my whole pack. Left me to suffer with the memory. They hit me with something, I fell asleep and awoke here. Now I rebuild. Only not to have a repeat of previous events.”

He sighs heavily and shrugs, indifference in his tone. “Whatever. It’s over now. I’ve got a new pack to worry about. A new family to protect.”