Redsand Canyon I will not leave France without her.

Donovan doesn’t trust easily, no matter how it may seem. This polite, silky voiced newcomer will be no different. He watches him carefully as if he’s a snack ready to strike. Could be a spy who knows. Donovan wouldn’t find out soon enough he’s sure. Still, he’s not unwilling to see potential. He’ll have to be tested.

They walk side by side and Donovan chuckles at his last sentence. “Perfection.” He almost scoffs, but it softened with his smooth laugh. “We’ll see how well you do, peaches.” 

With that he’d lead them off into the canyon. Perhaps he’d even show Ken around a little.