Redsand Canyon Creatures of the Night

Bad dream. She admits. Donovan finds it interesting that while he was galavanting about his dream world as a pup annoying his long dead parents, Nyra was screaming in her sleep and reliving new or unknown terrors. Interesting the dream world is. Tonight was his lucky night, but no so much hers. 

He doesn’t judge her for wanting to speak with someone about it. He’s curious as to why she came to him though. He supposes this is what he wants. He wants his pack to trust him, to want to fight for him. He would do the same for them. 

So his golden hues flick over her own and he smiles, padding out to sit only a couple inches away from her. He lowers his haunches into a lazy sit, where his hind legs are more out to the side and he’s resting on his thigh more than anything. Now he turns his massive head in her direction a questioning gaze in his eyes. It’s soft though, inviting her to speak to him about anything she needs. 

“Tell me about it.” He hums lowly. “Unless you don’t want to. I’m here to make you feel better, dear.”