Ravensblood Forest Will You Hold the Line?

The rustling of brush behind Donovan has his ears swiveling backwards and his head doing the same. Or he is about to turn his head when his partner in crime’s sultry voice meets his ears. His smirk only widens when she makes a show of pressing herself along his muscled form seductively. He can’t help the gleam of teeth as he sets his eyes upon his deadly queen, the Overseer. He knows the sweetness in her voice is only a ruse, yet it makes him chuckle lowly despite himself. 

“Yes, pardon yourself, dear.” He hums to Nemisis almost comically, his tone teasingly sweet. “It seems you’re just in time for introductions.”

Then as he notices the curl of her lips at the merled male behind Ira. He rolls his eyes comically and nods his chin to Hieronymous. “Don’t mind her, she can’t stand mutts.” He chuckles, vicious fangs gleaming. He laughs even though the jab is set towards himself as well.

Going back to Ira’s first statement his smirk grows with an conniving, “Only good I hope.” to accompany it. “Anyhow.” Back to business. “Yes, my partner was the first to go to your borders in an attempt to reach your pack. I don’t blame you for coming to investigate. Good to know your neighbors, no?”

Over time his smirk fades and his expression become neutral, casual once more. “We wished to meet with the leaders, but it seems she went at a bad time.”