Redsand Canyon once upon a younger year

Donovan chuckles at the rumbling lilt of Derg’s smooth voice. Even distracted by his form as he closes in on them. Golden hues taking over his agouti pelt and settling on the hazel orbs speckled with gold. Eventually he rips his eyes off of him and stands, backing up and away from their captive. 

Instead standing tall, head level with his shoulders peering curiously down to Hide. “Yeah, let’s hear it.” He hums with a borderline malicious smirk on his maw. Just waiting for him to say the wrong thing.