Hideaway Strath Firestorm

Oh it’s getting cold out here. Donovan thinks mildly, though his thick coat has him worrying little for the upcoming snow that will surely grace them. Rather he should be concerned for more things like keeping the pack fed during the harsh winter. Little does he know Nyra is thinking the same.

Then as an all too familiar howl breezes through the sky he smiles. Obviously knowing exactly who it is. So he begins padding towards them. A. Silent command in the howl that has him thrumming with excitement. What could it be? He wonders. 

Upon arrival he saunter up next to the pale woman and briefly glances to her. “You called for a hunt?” He asks casually. “I’m more than happy to oblige. Then he’s chuckling at her, a borderline teasing smile curling his lips. “Got a plan of action?”