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Donovan pants as well, tongue lulling out — wide and wet. He’s humming, impressed with the shewolf. “Good job darling.” He compliments easily. Already padding off into the desert once more. So soon after their battle. “I’ll call on you once more when I decide you need more training.” 

Those are his last words before he’s gallivanting away from the white wolf. He’d see her soon.