Redsand Canyon Being held down by gravity

Donovan nods his head to the other male once before he slips off to drink from the nearby stream. Easily agreeing with him. He watches him intently, golden orbs skittering about the agouti of his pelt. 

“It’s settled then. We will gather information, then plan. For now, we need to watch our borders.” He suggests, beginning to pad off. “I will speak with the other members, see what they know. I’d say you ask them too so we can compare.”