Redsand Canyon don't mind my teeth, when i breathe

They meet each other’s eyes and Donovan is struck with that familiar heat of want curling inside his belly. The desire for another conquest. A primal urge to take. He is drawn to the other male — his secretive yet merciless mannerisms. One much like him.

“I have.” He finally says simply to the other warrior. “I was wishing for a spar. Perhaps to update you on current pack relationships and the such.”

All the while his gaze skitters about the others form. He’s practically enraptured.