Redsand Canyon Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

As Donovan strolls up, he enjoys the way the agouti makes eyes take him in. Seemingly distracted and there’s a glint if something in this stranger wolf’s eyes that he can’t quite touch on. Not sure exactly what it is, but perhaps it a resurfacing memory. Though his own wonder fades, disappears before his eyes and replaced by a newer type of curiosity when he starts speaking.

He speaks of ex-warlords, familiar personnel, and being an excellent warrior. He can lead too. A young man who had no option but to mature faster than he was intended to. To become a man when he was only but a boy. Those truly are the best warriors.

Yet he’s endlessly intrigued by him. Half lidded eyes, starlike at which they shine, never leave him. He’s casually eyeing him down, almost flirtatiously — something that’s not so surprising when it comes to the playboy alpha.

He briefly looks to Derg as it seems he knows of this old pack the agouti male  says he reigns from. Donovan is clueless. Doesn’t know this man, doesn’t know his pack, doesn’t know how Derg’s affiliated with the two. Or even this Vengeance Derg speaks of. He’s lost in the sauce and plans to find out. 

Readying his own stream of questions until he hears another padding up — Hela. The roguish woman gives a simple answer to one of his internal inquiries. A blunt I killed him. At this point Donovan knows there’s some hidden tea here and his ears perk up and swivel to the others, looking to gage their reactions. Though Donovan is the Grandmaster here, he’s honestly becoming just a by stander. It seems all three of them know each other. He’ll sit another round out for now.