Little Goat Mountain the red string of fate tugs at my heart

Donovan chuckles softly and shakes his head, eyes closing momentarily before opening to meet her own. He haunches over the meal about ready to bite into it. “Nonsense, dear. You’re my equal out in these lands. We can dig in at the same time.” He demands more than offers, even though his tone is friendly there is a playful glint in his eyes that expresses no room for arguing. 

He’s truly digging in after that. Ripping off skin and muscle and straight up going to town on that poor lifeless animal. He only eats till he’s moderately full. Donovan has no desire to be bloated on his travel back to the canyon.

Swallowing his last mouthful, he gazes to his partner. “What do you plan on doing now?” He asks then, truly curious as to what she’s doing out here.