Redsand Canyon Have you looked at the air that you breathe?

Setting: Night — 02:00.
Weather: 66F — clear skies, slight breeze.
Location: Warrior’s Heart.
Tags: @Nyra

Doing the rolls in our previous roll thread if that’s okay! ;D

Donovan is anything but sleepy on this boring night. His mind occupies himself by thinking of the shit show of a fight at Easthollow, then more recently, the half betrayal of Nyra. Perhaps it was unintentional, but still, she crossed a line that Donovan doesn’t accept. He is only glad she was strong enough to face Donovan and tell him the truth of the situation. Perhaps she knew he’d sniff out her lies eventually.

Go now, he trots back to Warrior’s heart with the intention of snagging said shewolf from her sleep to train. That’s all she need right now anyway — more training. He told her to be on call. So he sniffs out her den and he’s peeking down into the little cave. 

Moving his head like an owl in an attempt to see down the darkness of the shallow cave. “Nyra.” He calls only loud enough for her to hear, not wanting to wake up the rest of the pack. “Get up, its training time, dear.” He hums more pleasantly this time.

perfectly ok with me!! :> 

She was in a light slumber by the time the Lord's voice practically boomed in her ears, even though only she could hear him. 

"Huh...?" She mumbled drowsily, popping her head up as he tells her its time to train again. 
"Mmmnn, okay." The Giantess yawned, rousing and slipping out into the open to join him. 
Nyra glanced at him briefly, lightly shaking out her fur as she pulled her form further into the open and took a readied position.

The titaness emerges from her den and he almost wants to laugh at the yawn that stretches her jaws open and reveals those dangerous fangs of hers. For a moment he just take sin the sheer power of her. She’s quite large for a shewolf and it doesn’t intimidate him. If anything, it makes him yearn for her. She is beautiful, has potential to be strong, yet he’s cross with her right now, so he must leave the pleasantries for another time.

So he ends up smiling at her anyhow. “Come, not here.” He hums softly, beginning to pad off into the canyon. “Don’t want to wake up the pack.” 

As they walk further and further he glances over to her. He decides to break the back news. “Something happened while you were gone.” A pause, baited breath as he awaits her reaction.

She allows him to take her in with his honey hues, and follows him into the deeper parts of the Canyon. 
At first she is quiet, then he tells her something happened. 
Confusion knit her brows and she inquired, voice edged with worry "Exactly...What...happened?" 
Her voice was tentative, but she was genuinely concerned and curious.
Did someone die? 

She knew she was about to find out.

Staying vague on the EH/URS thing.

They continue walking, he only wants to be far enough so the rest of the pack can sleep peacefully. He gives an experimental side glance to the white wolf before continuing.

“Easthollow and Ursus. Pretty sure they’re at war now. Unless Easthollow doesn’t fight back.” He offers her casually. “Ursus is an ally of ours, so we will fight for them if they call upon us. I was also there when they had quite the squabble. Lots of wolves got hurt.”

Nyra expected to be told that someone died, but instead, Lord Donovan tells her Ursus and Easthollow are most likely at war.
The Titaness almost stops walking altogether out of shock at this news. Easthollow?!
Donovan then reminds her that the Bearwolves are allies of the Saints, allies that they would fight for if called upon. 

The Titan Witch remembers the meeting, she remembers Merrick sliding between herself and the silent songbird who's name she didn't know. 

All Nyra truly knows in the moment, is that she doesn't like Merrick's mate. That bitch was oozing jealousy and hatred.
But if it meant proving herself to her Lord, she would keep her promise. To fight for them. To protect them. 
Perhaps she could pay the Bearwolves a visit and try to make amends. 
...Even if it meant tearing down her own pride to do so. 
"Are all the Bearwolves alright?" She inquired about the fight Donovan had said he witnessed. 
Perhaps Nyra could ask him if it would be alright to go see Ursus.

If Merrick's blackbird didn't try to kill her the moment she set foot in the Meadow.

Rolls here!

Donovan gets the reaction he thought he would. She’s surprised if anything and interested in the details, something he cannot give her at the moment. He does nod easily at her question on the bear wolves health. “They're tough. They carry themselves well.” 

He clears his throat next and chuckles. “Anyhow. Onwards with training, dear.” He ushers the woman. “We can speak more of that later if you so wish.”

With that he’s rushing towards her, likely to get her while she’s distracted. He slams into her hard enough to send her skidding to the floor. He won’t be easy on her tonight. He wants her to truly fight back.

He takes her by surprise and with a startled yip she's rolling, sprawling across the ground. 
Just as quickly as she landed, she was up again and launched toward him, coming at his throat from a low run, taking him backward with the momentum and force of her tackle. 

She messily landed over him and shook his neck in her teeth best she could.

Donovan is surprised by her quickness to react and in turn doesn’t expect her to snatch him up so quickly. She forcing him backwards and putting teeth to his neck faster than he can blink — good. He dares to smile manically as she shakes him back and forth and curls his hind legs up. Sending out a kick to the soft underbelly with both legs it’s sure to distract her enough to let go.

She takes the hit and wheezes, letting go only to bite him in the face. 

That really fucking hurt, but she can't give up.

Donovan heard the wheeze of breath slither from her lips and he’s smirking viciously. Even as she snaps at his face, he attempting to swings his massive head elsewhere as to not get bitten. Though this doesn’t quite work, he brings up a massive paw and launches it straight towards her face. Only a slight distraction, just enough for him to roll expertly onto his feet and body check her. Teeth slamming into the side of her neck he’s sending her skidding to the dirt covered ground with him on top of her. Teeth holding on finally let go and he growls into her face a ghost of a smirk on his lips as well. He waits for her to submit.

With a paw to the face, she yips, then she flies into the dirt with a nasty THUD as he tackles her. 
Her Lord in her face growling, she does not whine, she does not tuck her tail, but she does go limp and avoid his gaze in a silent version of submission.

He sheathes his teeth and smiles to her. It’s not necessarily teasing, but his eyes do seem to be swirling with a hidden satisfaction. He goes to step off of her, nodding his chin down to her. “That was good, darling. You’re getting better.” He compliments easily, voice casual as his coingold eyes are cast upon her face.

It’s not a spur of the moment thing. It’s a conscious decision he decides to make in this moment. He’d make her a Blade tonight. So he smiles to her mischievously, an interesting yet prideful twinkle in his hues. “Welcome to the blades, dear. You’ve earned it.” He offers, informing her of her sudden promotion of rank.

She rolls back on her paws as he steps back and compliments her growth. A smile made its way to her features. She's about to thank him when-

Welcome to the Blades, dear, you've earned it. 

Shock hits her and she's silent for a minute.  She really earned a promotion?! 

"Thank you, Lord Donovan!" She beams, wagging her tail a bit as she takes it in and bows her head in the extra effort. 
She didn't think he fully trusted her again, not that quickly. But she was grateful regardless.

Lord Donovan. Both titles foreign to him. No one has called him by the title since his last pack. It almost makes him reminisce. Yet he doesn’t rule with such an iron fist as he used to. His father might even be disappointed by how lax he’s become. Deciding to use trust rather than strike fear into his following. It’s an interesting process that he usually never used to do. Perhaps he’s getting soft in his old years. No, he scoffs internally, he’s not. He’s not soft. Well maybe just with his pack.

Still he almost feels bad for not telling anyone his real name. He wonders why he’s still using his fake one. Sadly he won’t be telling her anyone time soon. She’s not ready anyhow.

He nods to her now, smile much softer than before. “You’re welcome. Don’t take my trust for granted, Nyra, and good things wills come to you.” He hums smoothly, an almost earning hidden in his voice.

She bounces up to him after he finishes speaking, kind of like a yearling pup, and nuzzles into his scruff briefly as a further thank you, stepping back so she can meet his gaze, "I want to keep training, as much as possible, I want to get even better...even stronger. " She admits to him.

He hums out a low laugh as she nuzzles into him, welcoming her form before she’s stepping back. she’s excited to become stronger, it makes a fire light in his chest. He wants to make her stronger, wants to watch her pretty white pelt be stained with the blood of those who oppose them. 

“Good. We will continue training then, tomorrow.” He adds playfully. “I’m tired for once.” He begins heading back to Warrior’s Heart, waiting for her to walk next to him. “Shall we?” 

With a happy wag of her tail, she nods, and joins him at his side for the trek back home.