Redsand Canyon now who to blame but i for tying these knots so well at my wrists

Donovan is moderately surprised by Renard’s reply. We did make a deal. Slithers our from his maw, causing a charming, slightly teasing, smirk to contort his face handsomely. They even dare to ask if that was him taking things seriously or not. To which he chuckles out a bout of easy laughter.

“If I were being serious I would’ve killed you, darling.” He hums easily to Renard. Leaning down and giving an experimental lap of his tongue to they’re exposed neck. “Is dinner still on the table?” He asks teasingly if Renard will still allow him to go further even though he wasn’t taking it as serious as the wolfdog wants him to.