King Elk Forest And they all fall down

He is almost worried when she comes whirring around with a snarl in her face. He had no idea she was even hunting or he might have even decided to be quiet and help her catch them a meal. Yet, her snarl turns to one of content rather than malice when she realizes who he is and it has him ecstatic.

Donovan! She yells, throwing herself at him and bouncing around as if he’s the best thing she’s seen in some time. Her elegant, but thin body drops down into a play bow and his tail wags even more aggressively. 

He indulges her, hopping up into the air and pouncing towards her and goi down into his own play bow before moving to lap at her face. 

“You have?! You’re lying.” He teases with a witty smile. “I would be so glad to have you back, darling. The Saints have moved and we’re actually only a few hours away from our new homestead.” The Saint informs pleasantly.