The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

His own first and very frustrated growl for the other expectantly doesn’t calm him down as intended. Clay’s own savage growl is spit back up to Donovan. Yet he visibly softens, if only a touch, it’s still progress. Still the others unexpectedly sour mood from the knotting has Donovan internally rolling his eyes. Admittedly, it ruined the mood, but somehow he doesn’t feel himself softening up. Something he actually wishes would come much sooner rather than later.

Finally deeming the other safe enough to let go, he free the other of the paws near his neck and chest, settling them on either side once more. Surprisingly enough, Donovan feels the meaty portion of his hind legs cramping and admits defeat. Lowering himself into a lying down position, he rests him chin on the curve of the others rib cage. Bright yellow eyes looking up to him in an almost apologetic fashion, close enough to puppy dog eyes as a man like Donovan could get. Yet the smile that begins creeping onto his muzzle ruins any sort of resemblance to apologizing he had prior.

He is taken aback by the words the other speaks of. He wants him to bring him with? Back to his pack? What an interesting, angry, little wolf he’s made himself out to be. So Donovan gives a simple nod against his chest with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Already want to come home with me on the first date?” He teases with a wink. Then he rushes to correct himself before the onslaught of Clay’s wrath catches up to him. “Not a problem, dear, you can stay until you heal up.” He offers more casual this time. 

Finally though they wait out the few more moments until his length shrinks. Slipping himself out of the other, he has half a mind to lower himself to the offended area and lap up the mess he’s made. But knowing he’ll get scolded for being “disgusting” he decides to pass. Rather he offers to help the other wolf up and assist him on the journey to the canyon.