Redsand Canyon One more drink, one less I’ll lose

Donovan doesn’t stay too long to find out who goes where or who says what. Perhaps they gossip about him, perhaps they praise him, perhaps they’re terrified of him. He doesn’t care. He’s lax with his group, doesn’t wish to force his rank on them. Though if they challenge him then he will. How he acts depends on how his people treat him, even then, he doesn’t like to immediately snap back even if they are being disrespectful. 

Still he doesn’t have it in him to give a fuck right now. He’s leaving the murder scene and so are his pack mates. They’re slowly but surely dispersing. Occasionally glancing back to watch them walk away. Surely enough it will just be Nemisis’ body left alone to bake in the sun in a few hours.

He doesn’t regret a thing.