Redsand Canyon mastered from the souls of pain and heartbreak

Donovan listens to her discuss of her previous packs apparent errors. To him those didn’t sound like too bad of reasons. Donovan is sure to do worse than that. Not to her, but to any outsiders. It’s easy for him to kill and not look back or give a single fuck about it. Though he supposes as time goes, he’ll see how loyal she truly is. Same with the rest of his pack. When shit really hits the fan with their enemies, he’ll get to see who is actually willing to fight for the Saints.

Until then he wants to keep an eye on Praimfaya. Maybe she’s a fucking spy, a mole. Or maybe Donovan is just paranoid. Oh well, only time can tell. Until then he’ll accept her with open arms. 

Finally he replies to her. “Interesting.“ he muses on her words for a moment. Then his smirk widens and his eyes light up in contained excitement. “Consider yourself a part of the pack then, Darling.” Then he hums the infamous saying of, “Welcome to the hunt.” before turning and getting right to business. “Come! We’ll show you around.”