Witch's Marsh well i didn’t tell anyone, but a bird flew by

Thank you so much!

Donovan eyes the other as he gives his own greeting. Then Donovan smirks, “Donovan Azura of the Abby. Grandmaster of the Saints.” He introduces on the spot. He carries himself with confidence. The shiny, scars on his face and shoulder are recent and still smart if he moves the wrong way. Yet he continues to stand tall, smirk on his face, and an interested gleam in his eye as he continues. “Yes actually, depending on what pack you hail from. Now, it’s your turn.” He comments almost politely, referring to his name.