Redsand Canyon My brains bruised from all the bad news

Donovan realizes the fire the shewolf has, she just needs to use it. More often at least. He’s being gentle though. He can tell she wouldn’t, or so he thinks, be able to survive a true attack from the brute unless she is faster than him. Which could most definitely be the case. 

Even as she rakes her teeth on his face he smirks, whipping his head around and snatches up just under her jaw. Though the movement is quick, surely it’s startling, but his bite is surprisingly soft.