Redsand Canyon Hope

Donovan is stunned by the she-wolfs assertiveness, but then again, he watched her bad mouth Nemisis so is he really surprised? No, or at least he shouldn’t be. He’s more than interested in the nibbling of his ear and that sweet voice that fills his auds. Then she’s gone. He follows her as she walks away with coin gold eyes and rolls to his feet. Watching her take tonguefulls of water and he briefly thinks that he too is pretty fucking parched. He still continues listening to the she-wolf and he’s nodding back in acknowledgment.

“I understand where you’re coming from dear. You’re concerns are not unusual am neither are your wants. We will see when I’m ready then.” The words are the only ones he can’t think of to say. He’s not always a man of words anyhow, never been too good with them. Really actions speak louder than words. So he gives her a challenging smile. “How about a spar dear. I know you can hunt, but can you fight?”