Arrow Lake she's into superstitions

He could name a few things about this wolf-dogs looks that Donovan observes, but that would probably be inappropriate. Still he offers her a compliment accompanied by a winning smile of his own. “You’re beautiful in my opinion.” He says shamelessly. 

Then as she seems to defend the actions of his father he shrugs. “Yes he was a good man in some aspects, ultimately my pack was always war torn. Plentiful with enemies and few allies, but this is the way of life, is it not?” At her curious growl at the mention of humans, he tilts his head. “Then you know of the weapons they use to kill I assume. It’s wild. Undefeatable.”

Shrugging in the change of subject he perks up at her last sentence. “Perhaps you shall, peaches.” He chuckles back. “You are willing to get yourself aquatinted with my pack? Perhaps myself?” He asks with another wink.