Redsand Canyon once upon a younger year

His rumbling laughter slips from his maw as the other wolf stumbles over. Only after he completely ignores him, only replying back to the upbeat words with a shake of his head. Once can be negative and still have the desire not to give up. Donovan has to say that in his shoes, he’d be pissed. Snapping back and forth at anyone who dared come close to him. Eventually he’d learn to play the game. Put on a faux attitude of indifference and wait it out for an opportunity for escape. Yet this wolf is special. Well, so is Donovan but they’re different. So so different from each other.

This fact becomes clearer when the male sits up. Eyes skimming curiously over his wound. Then the damnedest words come from his maw. 

Is your leg alright? 

What the fuck? Is all that goes through Donovan’s mind. Stopping in his tracks and his smile falling. Why does he even care? Donovan’s head is spinning in circles like the exorcist trying to figure out why the smaller even gives a shit about his leg or even his well being at all. It’s insane.

So he does the only thing he can do: be an asshole. Scoffing after his long, obviously surprised pause, he goes to walk next to him. On the way he shakes his head. “You should’ve gone for my fucking throat and killed me if you knew any good.” He growls. Then his voice is automatically more teasing once again. “But it seems like you wouldn’t be able to find it.” He bullies, referencing his sightless eyes. 

Then he’s snatching him up by the scruff and pulling him to his feet. Not bothering to be gentle, he stabilizes him and gives a tug of his head forward before letting go and walking ahead of him. Fully expecting him to follow, he gives a gruff “Just shut up and move.”

He’d walk out to the ledge of the red rock his den say on waiting for the other to join him.