Hideaway Strath Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame.

Donovan works hard, but he likes to play harder. He’s bad at best and oh boy does he love to scare innocents. Yet, he might limit himself just a bit today. After Aya’s murder and the chasing of Sunhawk his bloodthirsty tendencies are temporarily quenched. The key word being temporarily. 

So he gazes down to him and cocks a brow, becoming impatient. His smile is slightly less than it was before. “Well, who’re you looking for?” He asks. Or rather, demands. Though his tone still holds a playful air, he is still unpredictable at this point in time and most definitely dangerous. “We’ve been here for a bit now and have sniffed out every inch of this place. I doubt they’re here.” Then his smirk becomes horrid again. “Unless we killed ‘em.” He sings with a careless shrug of his broad shoulders.