Redsand Canyon lush flowers taken for granted

An agreement leaves the onyx wolf’s maw. That’s what Donovan wants to hear. Then much too quickly, he’s backing away front he brindled beast. Donovan watches every move as if he’s analyzing him. Golden eyes flicking over his form shamelessly and he nods his chin up to Merrick.

Now he teases Donovan. Poking the bull and Donovan plans to give him the horns. Still for now he allows it to pass and he’s only chuckling mischievously to the other. “Farewell then, dear. See you soon.” He croons in jest, looking equally devilish.

He’ll watch him disappear over the ridge of the canyon wall after Merrick turns his back. Donovan has other things to attend to now.