Redsand Canyon but we can't keep the embers from catching

Donovan fakes a frown and gives a sad hum when Renard steps off of him. “Damn, I was hoping you’d join me.” He drawls then his faces splits into a devious smirk. Rolling to his paws and shaking out his fur. “I would definitely say you haven’t lost your touch, dear.” Then he begins walking past them and slips his body alongside Renard’s briefly. “Too bad I cant feel it in a different way, no?” He comments casually. As if he literally didn’t just invite Renard to touch him inappropriately. His tone spoke more like he’s discussing the weather with the other mutt. 

His golden hues that river the stars glance sky to them. “I’d never want to hurt your feelings. Come let’s head home.” He chuckles.