Golden Glade Half way on a slow move

He’s not blind either, he watches this oddity of a wolf stare back at him like he’s an enigma of some sorts. Albeit, Donovan does look different from many others and he can help but preen at the attention he gets from it. He looks good and he knows it. He’s a cocky bastard after all. Even through all of the scars that litter his body and face he’s still handsome as fuck. If he has a say in it at least. 

So his smile almost turns pleasantly teasing as the other replies.he knows exactly who that is, but he only confirms his very corrections assumption of it being Nyra. The woman is rash at times and has a quick mouth that gets her in trouble a lot. She is loyal though and Donovan is convinced she will become wiser with age and training. 

“No, she doesn’t it seems.” Though he nods to him once. “Mmhm, she’s one of mine and yeah, to outsiders near our territory we are.” 

Then he cocks his head and dares to take a step closer, golden eyes flicking over the others form. “We really can be quite friendly though — if we feel like it.” Then he stops, it’s probably obvious by now that Kynareth’s interested in him. “What about you, Snow White?  Are you hot tempered?” He asks then, a casual, playful, lowering of his brows at the pale wolf.