Redsand Canyon now who to blame but i for tying these knots so well at my wrists

Donovan nods and looks to Renard with a fire in his eyes. The bright yellow practically resembling the sun. “We’re here to grow stronger, grow our numbers. Train until we are better than the others that reside in these mountains.” He shakes his head. “My fathers goal was to establish a respect with his pack and the others. Challenge them and if they don’t instantly submit, beat them into submission. Though I’m not sure if our goals are the same now. I have a pack, we have enemies. For now all we can do is bide our time.” 

His gaze goes dark. “Until our enemies are dealt with we cannot go any further with the plans.” He says vaguely. “To show everyone who the real Saints are here. We choose their fate. They’ll bow to us. Learn to live with us or be wiped out. Simple.”