Redsand Canyon oh shoot *hophop* it's a rat!

Donovan hears the unfamiliar howl. He’s curious. Recognizing enough of the tone to make his mind shoot to the memory of the newest member of the Saints. The one brought here by Hela supposedly. Unintentionally so on her part it seems. Still, Donovan stands from his position in his den. He’s answering the call almost instantly — obediently.

Finally, his eyes end on Valour. He’s trotting lazily over time him, a nod, and a casual smile on his maw. “What’re you howlin’ about, peaches?” He teases, playfully.