Redsand Canyon She said she needs proof

He’s pacing back and forth. He can easily say that he hasn’t been this bored for a while. Usually always finds something to do. Or someone. Though recently, especially with his wounds hasn’t been able to do much traveling. Which disappoints him to the max. 

Anyhow, when he hears the softest of thuds behind him he almost thinks it’s just a play of the wind in his ears. When he turns around though he sees the silvery shine of Praimfaya’s coat. The sun gleams pleasantly off of her off white pelt and the brightness of it almost hurts his eyes if he stares too long. A greeting of his title is her simple reply and Donovan cups his ears towards her as he’s turning around. His forever lingering smile returns to his maw and he knows he won’t be bored anymore.

“Praimfaya.” He greets back simply. “It’s nice to see you, dear. I’m intrigued by your interest to join. I even entertained the idea of you possibly being a spy. Though I can’t really pin that on you so quickly. I don’t know you or your previous pack that much to assume such things.”