Redsand Canyon once upon a younger year

It might be a pleasant day were it not for the deluge.
Oh well.
He happily trotted along, taking a different route for the day.
Passing past Donovan's den to see if he was back. And where Renard was.
He didn't fully trust the man, but whatever. He hid it well enough.

And it seemed he was in luck. Donovan was home.
Derg stood in pretty much the bottom of warrior's heart, waiting to spy on the brindle man.
But for fucks sake.

"Donovan."
He loudly chastised.
What the fuck was this? Dangling a wolf from the edge of the den.
"If he falls he'll make a mess. Put him down next to you." He tagged that last bit on because Donovan had a sick sense of humour and would certainly try and find a way to twist it horridly.