Redsand Canyon Being held down by gravity

Donovan quirks his massive head, tilting to the side in curiosity. “Oh I’d love to hear it.” He hums, referencing the mysterious information his companion speaks of.

Though that’s all he’s able to get out before Derg is wailing on him. The bite and drag of his paw has him stumbling forward. A wicked smirk curling his maw at the corners. This is fun, he hasn’t spared with Derg in some time. Yet, he still has to take this moderately serious, so he’s correcting himself by snapping out at Derg’s shoulder. It’s a weak snap due to his previous tumble, but at least it’s something.