Emberwood (MATURE MATURE MATURE) Alarm clocks Screaming, Monsters calling my name

It seems Donovan has the same thing in mind as he trails an endless supply of smaller prey around the forest. He’s further from the walled in canyon than he would like, but it’s necessary to explore the territories around him. 

The trees are beautiful, likes the comfort they bring. Unlike the savage territory of the desert they live in. It’s chaotic and raw. That’s exactly what Donovan likes. So as he paws through the environment, he’s hardly paying attention until he allows his eyes to gaze along the horizon, looking for any immediate prey. There’s no prey but there’s definitely something else. Much bigger, it’s another wolf.

Now he’s curious. He pads over, not caring to make himself quiet, he gives a drawn out and interested. “Hmm.” Then a playful. “What do we have here?”