Redsand Canyon mastered from the souls of pain and heartbreak

Donovan was always so extravagant when welcoming people.
Darling, peaches, Welcome to the Hunt.
An act he'd perfecting since finding Derg.

He thought he was...special? But now, not so much. Donovan would fuck anything, it seemed.
Derg kept himself busy with the pack, distracting himself from the man.
It could only be so long before they inevitably crossed paths to talk. They were both leaders, and Derg didn't find him as often just for fun.

"Of course," he smiled, being brought back to the present by her silver eyes.
And with that, he started to peel away from them to continue his duties, should he not be spoken to again.