Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

Both of their eyes watch the mottled brown female walk away from the two and he meets Renard’s gaze once again. Though the smile makes him most curious as to what their about to say. Quickly he’s asking about who they face, now and in the near future. Donovan only kind of knows the answer to that one and he can’t help the rumbling laugh that bubbles past his throat.

“So, to be frank.” He begins with his own smile, squinted eyes attempting to look up to Renard normally as the sun shines brightly above. “I know we don’t have good relations with the coastal wolves — Yuèlóng. Though we shall see if time can heal. Perhaps their leader will come to her senses and realize she started something she can’t finish. Especially over one petty fight.” He pauses. “Then I suppose we need to have a look around for any other nearby packs that we don’t know of. We’ll have to do some scouting. All I know of is the pack in the Hushed Willows led by the black and white shewolf. Everyone knows about them now.” He shrugs. “I will try to keep them on our good side but really it’s up to them. I’ll offer the olive branch and if they don’t take it, that’s fine — they stay neutral.” Then his brows raise and he has a jestingly evil smirk on his maw. “If they spit it back in my face then the branch will snap. Just like their necks between my jaws.”