Golden Glade Half way on a slow move

He listens to the other give his two cents and can’t help but bark out a rumbling fit of laughter after the pale man is done. “It wasn’t an offer, darling.” He hums easily. “I can already tell you don’t want to be kept so what’s the use in trying?” He asks back as if the answer is obvious. 

Then he shrugs. “You’re wrong. You know how much easier it is being in a pack?” He asks as if he is confused that he even has to point it out. “You literally have pack members that help you get food and protect you. And for what? Your loyalty or some shit? The slightest amount of contribution to the pack? Yeah, easier than being a loner. You’ve got your facts all mixed up, peaches.” Then he shrugs once more. ”You’ll understand if you ever have a pack of your own one day.”

All the while, Donovan doesn’t use any type of rude tone of voice. He speaks Confidently though, as if he’s spitting straight facts and he couldn’t give a rats ass if he thought it was wrong. Still, Donovan is indifferent to the vampire wolf’s opinion, it hurts him none anyhow. 

“So what is it? You saving yourself for marriage, or are wolf-dogs not your type?” He dares to ask then, his maw giving off a sickeningly sweet smirk that contorts his face handsomely.