Redsand Canyon My brains bruised from all the bad news

Donovan can tell she dreads what is to come from him. Her aura changes. He can feel the air between them thicken. He doesn’t mind it. If she is to stay, he should be truthful. If she leaves, then so be it. 

He smiles to her. An attempt to comfort, but truly he doesn’t try all that hard. The news he gives to her is normal for him; something he craves — chaos and death. Though not all are like him. Truly unfortunate. Still he begins. “The Saints are brutal, territorial. We don’t hesitate to take another’s life. Or at least I don’t. Others in the pack do. They are softer than I am.” He sighs and gazes our into the distance. “We have enemies and if they challenge us we will fight back. We fight for our allies as well, Ursus. Treat them as one of us and they should do the same.” 

He looks to her now, gauging her reaction. Eagerly awaiting a response.