Ravensblood Forest Late At Night

Donovan smiles at the soft tone and he can just tell that he’s still not over making Donovan throw his guts up. Rolling his eyes he looks to him. “You know what else sucks?” He asks with a shit-eating grin. “That fact that you still feel bad. I’m gonna have to beat your ass again, huh?”

With those words and a wide toothy smirk, he bumps his shoulder into Derg’s own. His mouth closing in on his scruff and giving it a playful shake and a tug and he’s off of him again in now time. Trotting ahead he looks back to him and releases himself into a gallop and then a sprint. “Come on Derg, lets get the blood pumpin’!”

Hopefully they’ll run into water. He’s starting to get a severe case of cotton mouth.