Greatwater Lake wrapped them in "I don't owe you a damn thing"

Donovan feels her stare on him as he explains a rather depressing moment of his previous life. Sasha. His old love. A bitch. He tries not to get irritated. He keeps his voice soft. Paying attention to the wispy wolf-dog beside him. She offers her own wish for him to find love. He almost laughs. He wouldn’t be letting that happen to him anytime soon. He supposes time can only tell when such a realization will dawn on him; the fact that he loves someone.

He hums back tiredly in acknowledgment. A small tilting of his maw to her and a quick flick of his eyes as she settling closer to him and rests a chin on his back. He could lay like this for a while. So resting a chin on his paws once more, he too begins falling asleep. Mind drifting off almost instantly. He wouldn’t soon forget this she-wolf.