Dragoncrest Cliffs The Moon Calls To Me

When the shady stranger comes forth Donovan does little to hide the astonishment caused by Hemlocke’s appearance. He’s nothing like Donovan has ever seen. For a moment he believes he has to be part dog, just like him, yet he’s not sure. He’s met plenty of odd characters here so far, this one might take the cake though.

So as his eyes slide along the others form taking in all of his odd features. From his tall, pointy ears and eyes as red as blood, to the barrel chest narrowed down to a lankier form and long, deer like legs. This man is easily as tall as him but Donovan has at least two to three times the girth. Probably in weight too.

So Donovan stops risky gawking over his interesting looks and nods once when he hears a name being muttered. Hemlocke. What an unusual name to pair with such an unusual wolf.

“Donovan.” He hums. “What brings you here, Hemlocke. And what are you?” He says the last part questionably. If he sounds rude he didn’t mean for it to, for he’s genuinely curious.