Redsand Canyon oeuf.

At her first reply the corners of Donovan’s mouth tilt downward ever so slightly. The frown is only slight, but still unmistakable. Though, truly the frown is fake and plays into another one of his horrible jests. “That’s disappointing.” He comments. “Is it something I said?” The words are spoken with a smile beginning to show. He knows exactly why she isn’t interested in even being in his presence for more than a few minutes. He’s a brute, monster, savage, demon, and whatever other name he’s been called recently. They don’t bother him, words are so trivial these days apparently.

Eventually he nods and allows his usual predatory smirk to show itself. “Then our deal is finalized once more. I hope to see you around, dear. Don’t be afraid to stop by.” He hums, allowing the wolf to inch away from him without a fuss.