Redsand Canyon when all our shadows disappeared

The male rests in his den, not thinking this day will be too different from the rest. That is until Donovan hears a low calling of his name. Or what he’s told everyone what his name is. 

His ears cup towards the voice and he’s prowling out of his den to meet them. Turning the corner and practically bumping into the blind wolf. The mixbreed stands tall and tucks his chin to gaze down to the other. A quirk of his brow that Hide won’t see, but something Donovan entertains anyway.

“Hide.” He hums lowly, hovering over the male.