Arrow Lake everybody come hang

A flick of icy hues to his tail, his body. True Donovan is unlike most that seem to live in these lands. This place is filled to the brim with wolves, Something Donovan can only half relate to. Though as this stranger speaks and his nose is able to pull in his scent, he categorized them as a male. Either way, his gender wouldn’t stop him from being interested in the flirtatious words crawling from this man’s lips. 

Of course they interest in turn. His smile showing pearly whites that has to often been stained by the crimson of hot blood. The sweet nickname throws him off, for he hasn’t met someone as brazen as himself in some time. Even the pet names of his true name have Donovan playfully quirking a circular brow at them. 

He chuckles lowly, a rumbling sound that bubbles up past his lips. “Ooh, all of those do sound nice. I’m thinking peaches fits you quite nicely.” He teases back. “Name’s Kynareth. You can call me Donovan, Donnie, kitten, curly, just about anything you can think of.” He jests, copying the first male.