Redsand Canyon Have you looked at the air that you breathe?

Lord Donovan. Both titles foreign to him. No one has called him by the title since his last pack. It almost makes him reminisce. Yet he doesn’t rule with such an iron fist as he used to. His father might even be disappointed by how lax he’s become. Deciding to use trust rather than strike fear into his following. It’s an interesting process that he usually never used to do. Perhaps he’s getting soft in his old years. No, he scoffs internally, he’s not. He’s not soft. Well maybe just with his pack.

Still he almost feels bad for not telling anyone his real name. He wonders why he’s still using his fake one. Sadly he won’t be telling her anyone time soon. She’s not ready anyhow.

He nods to her now, smile much softer than before. “You’re welcome. Don’t take my trust for granted, Nyra, and good things wills come to you.” He hums smoothly, an almost earning hidden in his voice.