Redsand Canyon mastered from the souls of pain and heartbreak

Donovan is muzzle deep in the innards of a rather large hare when he hears a howl sound throughout his canyon. His ears perk and swivel, cupping in every direction to decipher where the howl came from. It’s a stranger howl, not one he recognizes one bit. He wonders if it’s the fucking wolf Avengers here to try and run them out of their own home again. Still he will answer to it, he’s the alpha anyhow.

So he urges himself into a brisk trot while his black tongue licks the blood off his chops. He reveals himself to the two by coming around one of many oddly shaped stones that at littered about the canyon. His walk holds a light limp and the scabs across his muzzle and shoulder are getting better, but he’s still not in the peak condition to fight. Though he hopes he won’t have to fight as he sees two familiar faces — his Overseer and the silvery woman he spared with near the coast, Praimfaya.

He only hears the tail end of the word beheaded and his maw is widening into a friendly smile, though he’s still ever so cautious. He didn’t forget what Nemisis did to her. Still he greets her with a short laugh and an exclamation of her name. “Praimfaya.” He greets you her, baritone voice silky smooth. “It’s good to see you. I hope the incident with Nemisis hasn’t got us off on the wrong foot. Are you wishing to join us?” He inquires with noticeable surprise. Though one can tell it’s more of a pleasant surprise for his smile never falters and his glimmering coingold eyes shimmer with interest.