Redsand Canyon they broke the wrong parts of me

Donovan can be seen hopping down from where his den would be. Skittering down the slopping, rocky surface he’s padding down into the center of the den site. Sees a retreating white figure, he automatically ant help but follow.

He’s trotting towards them and immediately recognizes them as Praimfaya. He’s sure she hears him approach, for he isn’t truly trying to be sneaky. Those golden eyes of his seem to glow in the vague moonlight and so does her coat. Painted a sickly blue white light by the looming light in the sky. 

He’s smiling to her a greeting of sorts before he speaks. “I’ve been meaning to find you again, Praim. Wanted to have a spar or two. Maybe speak of promotions.” He hums like it’s be something she’s interested in.