Panther Park there's a humming in the restless summer air

Her weary gaze isn’t missed by him but it doesn’t do anything but cause his smirk to grow. “Some call me vain. Others call me a Saint. Perhaps both is the right answer.” He hums ominously, a touch of comedic relief can be found in the words of one looks hard enough.

At the blatant refusal to share anything of her past Donovan nods, he understands. He won’t pry about ones past if they don’t wish to speak of it willingly. Then as she speaks the syllables that make up her name he tilts his head. “Interesting.“ He wonder about the origin of her name. His mind drifts to the young shewolf, Aphrodite. Her name is religious is it not?

Then finally he allows his own name to come confidently from his lips. “Donovan Azura of the Abbey. Where do your travels take you, Artemis? Perhaps our paths could align.”