Dragoncrest Cliffs The Moon Calls To Me

Donovan can see the way his ears fall and his face tries not to, but betrays his rawer feelings about the matter. The abrupt change in subject after his low statement of his heritage cause Donovan to shake his head with an easy smile.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m half dog after all, I can’t really say anything.” Only now does the striped male allow himself to look down at the ocean and change the subject. “It’s beautiful, no?” He hums pleasantly.

Then he turns back to him. “Are you wandering?”