Redsand Canyon I'm not a Pushover

Donovan awakens. Lying on his side he rolls into his striped back and spreads his limbs out in a long stretch. Mind pleasantly empty until he remembers the events that transpired the day before with Nyra. He has to train her today, he must if he is to ensure her loyalty and presence in the pack. 

So he stands, bows his upper body in another stretch and pads out of his den. Stopping so that his claws hang off of the edge of red rock. He scans the den site, eyes drifting over the hard edges of mountains and the softness of the sand. Then a stark whiteness catches his attention. His eyes follow and first he looks to their tail, nope, it’s not Dove. Must be Nyra — perfect.

His voice booms out into Warriors Heart. “Nyra.” He calls as he begins hopping down from his thrown. “Ready for training?” Comes his questionable reply. He face still does not hold his usual smile. She will earn that later.