Redsand Canyon once upon a younger year

Donovan can tell his little joke isn’t taken too kindly and the little red wolf is quickly snapping back a reply. I found that injury on your leg just fine. True, he did. It was impressive. Maybe he smelt the blood? Who knows. He doesn’t put too much thought into it as he snatches him up. The yelp that is squeaked out of him is satisfying to the evil, darker wolf mix. His golden eyes run over his form sickly. He gets a kick out of the fear, a ragged grin littering his face maliciously. 

Eventually he’s meeting him outside. He’s cautious — as he should be. There he goes asking questions again. Let’s remedy that. He thinks horribly. 

He tumbled out a quiet fit of laugher, easing closer to the male. He stands chest facing Hide’s shoulder, looming over him. Arching his neck and tucking his chin closer to his body, Donovan hovers his dangerous jaws over his scruff. Previously wet with his first bite, he soothes a tongue over the slimy bits of drool coating his cherry fur. Licking down to his shoulder blades.

“Thought we’d have a little fun.” He growls with a smile evident in his voice. Then once again, he’s snatching his scruff into his jaws. Clenching then looser skin and fur roughly enough that his canines will surely piece with enough weight put on them. 

It doesn’t stop there. No, it gets worse. He’s dragging him against the loose gravel of the rock floor. Until there is nothing beneath him anymore. Surely his heart leaps out of his throat at the rough drop his body takes. The yank of his scruff from Hide’s falling weight causing puncture wounds and tears. He dangled him off of the fifteen foot drop of where his den sits comfortably above the normal ground level. 

He’d hold him here for a few seconds, mumbling a “I wouldn’t struggle if I were you.” painfully into his fur. “We’re just hanging out, don’t gotta be so scared.” He jokes horribly.