Otter Creek Hiding from the sunshine,

Donovan hasn’t traveled too far from his territory, just outside the mountains and into the flatter plains of the wilds. From a distance he can see rivers. A place to drink from, something that is clearly needed as of late. Especially with the sun being so fierce in the middle months of the year, all he wants to do is laze about isn’t he cool waters.

He head towards the flowing water and as he approaches, another form is made clear. A ghost drifting along the waters edge with piercing red eyes. He’s automatically drawn to them. Donovan inched himself forward, he’s on the opposite side of the stream from the willowy woman. His expression is one of pure interest as he gazes upon her.

Finally he speaks. A tilt of his head and a smile beginning to form on his maw. “Now who are you?”