Ravensblood Forest Wer um die Göttin freit, suche in ihr nicht das Weib

She seems to appreciate Donovan’s quick retreat from being on top of her. When she stands she does naught but clean the morsels of leaf and pine out of her ashen fur. He makes him laugh. A soft sound reverberating through his chest. He nods to her with a smirk.

“You’re a good spar partner, dear.” He offers as a compliment. “You wounded find yourself coming around these parts more often would you?” His face becomes a bit slyer and he quirks a brow to her. He jests, moving round give her a quick nudge on her shoulder if she allows it.