Redsand Canyon Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Donovan is so insanely fascinated by the twist of events that he’s flicking both ears and eyes back and forth between the two practically arguing. The corners of his mouth tilt skyward. A sliver of long, dangerous fangs gleam. His fiery golden hues could rival the sun as he watches the two argue. Drama — his favorite.

He’s unmistakably entertained, yet he finally turns his attention on Valour, eyeing him down like prey. “I’d love to have you, Valour. Consider yourself a Saint.” He hums back, a curt sip of his head. “Meanwhile, I hope you two don’t kill each other. It would be a pointless loss for the pack. Behave yourselves and play nice.” Donovan accusingly looks to both Valour and Hela, ending with his eyes on the male. “Shall we show you around?”