Redsand Canyon Lost her only son and he wasn’t even three

Donovan called for them to converge at the Warrior's Heart.
He'd not done this before, but the Overseer had an inkling of what was to be expected.
A new tradition for a new recruit.

He was miffed to be dragged away from his work, but nevertheless he went.
The Overseer had to show his face.

He trotted upon the gathering, moving through his packmates to the newcomer.
She wouldn't leave them. The other had started to, and he needed to keep a tighter grip on this pack.
Donovan couldn't just fuck everyone to stay here.

He smiled softly to this Leigh.
This small, slight woman who he thought bore resemblance to Awenfen.
Not a broadsword, like Donovan, but a small dagger held in the palm on each hand.
He should train the two together, they could become a powerful pair of warriors.
"Derg, the Overseer," he introduced himself.