Ravensblood Forest Will You Hold the Line?

Sincerely unsurprised by her pretty words he chuckles lowly, shaking his head loosely in disappointment. “Very well. Goodbye Ira, Hieronymous.”

He watches them leave. So typical of a pack like them to turn a blind eye on them just because they view the world a little bit rawer than everyone else. Ultimately, his words were true in the end and if they don’t believe him, so be it. Having suspicions is smart, yet they’re minds are closed to a different way of life. Instead they find a pack that hold different views and shuns them. Oh well. Their loss.

As Donovan’s eyes follows their retreating forms, Nemisis is quick to whisper back to him what she really thinks. He doesn’t disagree with her but, he wouldn’t go as far as to say the exact words she says bitterly into his ear.

Donovan as calm as usual smirks and shakes his head to Nemisis this time and snickers. “It is typical of a pack like them. We’re different; too different for them to properly wrap their minds around I suppose. They’re close minded and unwilling to understand our way of life and what we offer. Let them burn then, dear. Or at least we stay out of their business.”

Turning to Nemisis he nudges her with his nose and begins walking to the forest. “Come dear. We have other shit to occupy ourselves with.”