Redsand Canyon Being held down by gravity

Donovan watches as the other struggles to free himself from his grasp. The jerking motion almost causes him to clamp down hard on the flesh between his jaws, yet he doesn’t. Controlling his strength he allows the other freedom, opening them enough to let the other slip out.

He even steps back, a smile on his maw and a huff of breath. The top of a black tongue lulling from his mouth as he looks to the other wolf. “Not bad, darling. I haven’t had a good spar with you in some time. I would almost say I missed you.” He hums with his usual smirk. Yet an easy softness in his eyes shows through.