Redsand Canyon The balance in me split by three

The smile Derg feeds him isn’t as bright as most, it’s different from the one he gave him only moments before. Yet, even as Donovan’s obvious attempt to steer the conversation into a naughtier conversation that would hopefully lead to something else. The male is confessing that he must go in his daily patrol.

Odd, but perhaps Derg just doesn’t like to speak of killing the Grandmaster like a normal wolf — even if Don thinks it’s funny. He’ll have mercy on Derg today. He won’t question, he won’t ask, he’ll just let him escape. This time at least.

So he nods to Derg, a casual, calm movement. A charming smile and Kynareth is standing up and moving out of his space. Up and out of his den so Derg can get around him. “Not a problem, peaches. Have fun on your patrol then.” He hums almost sweetly, moving to briefly lap at his muzzle.