Redsand Canyon Before they died, had trees to hang their hope

He’s notices the stiffness if the other ones shoulders finally disappear. He seems a bit more lax and Donovan just almost misses the wanting look he shoots the Grandmaster’s way. He offers a wave of his curly tail and a kind side eye. “I think I know some but not enough about Ursus.” He comments. “I feel as if Merrick is easier to reason with than his dull minded blackbird.“ he hums a tilt of his chin to Valour then an interested. “Tell me more if that’s where you were going with that.” He chuckles casually.