Redsand Canyon Please fill up my soul [Pack Hunt]

Donovan hears the howl of his Overseer and is instantly on his feet to obediently come when called. He’s galloping through the tough dessert sands, weaving in and out of the miscellaneous brush that peppers the arid dry land. Stopping to gulp up some water near the stream by Warriors Heart before he’s officially off.

The run isn’t the longest and as he gets closer he notices the stark white difference of Doves form as well as the coffee pelt of the other man and he urges himself to slow. Ultimately trotting up to the two he greets them with a nod of his head. His jaw hangs open and his onyx tongue lulls out to pant, hoping to cool himself from the run over here. 

Taking a moment to catch his breath (he’s not a very good runner), he nods to Derg’s question. Then looking to Dove and looking to add on to her suggestion. “Yes, I’ve found it most successful to hunt them if a few go ahead and others stay back to herd them over.”