Redsand Canyon lush flowers taken for granted

He gives a playful lift of his brows as Merrick’s admits that the pleasure is his. He quickly follows the gaze to look over the heart of Redsand Canyon. The extravagant walls shaved down into oddly curved shapes by hundreds of years of erosion. The site is truly spectacular and he almost wants to drag the coy downwards to show him. That will come later, for now he follows the single eye back and settles his gaze on the other.

Is this where my allies have settled? The dark male murmurs up to him, a curiously attractive hum in his tone that makes Donovan want to do other things than just talk. Donovan would fall right into the trap if it was one and he can’t help but purr back a low, “It is.” Then he quirks his lips up into a suggestive smile and settles his muzzle by a ruined ear. “I could think of a few other ways you could pay your respects.” He whispers gently, husky yet honey smooth into the males ear.

Though it’s only fleetingly teasing touch as he pulls back only slightly. “We’re surrounded by all sides by our enemies and they want a piece of us.” He takes the conversation to a more professional level even though really Donovan wants nothing but to allow his instincts to take over and rightfully jump the man. Surely his eyes conveyed such a message as the brindled man looks upon the other. “Do you have enemies near your pack, dear?“ he asks curious to Ursus’ situation.