Hoshor Plains I Wear My Sins On My Sleeves

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Donovan can tell the reverend is still too closed off. He wants him to light up, enjoy life a little if anything. Some lighthearted play is always a good way to start. So when his eyes catch the smile that breaks out onto the other wolf’s maw his own grin grows. 

Then just as fast, he’s getting played at his own game. Colin surges forward and does the same thing he did only moments before. Splashing an impressive bout of water onto him, leaving his form dripping wet and soggy. Where the other seems smaller without the thickness of his fur, Donovan seems to stay just about the same — a thick behemoth of a man. Muscles flex beneath his extravagant coat as he’s barreling back towards Colin, smashing about as he goes. Nearing his rump, his teeth snap at air as he attempts to playfully tug at his tail. His attempt is met in failure though.