Hoshor Plains Looking for life

He’s confused to say the least. Unaware of their past disputes Donovan listens to what Derg has to say. Then the fact that the stranger answers him so cryptically causes him to furrow his brows. Donovan steps forward more, giving a silent look to Derg to stay put before flicking fiery orbs back to the other.

“I’m Donovan, alpha of the Saints. I don’t care if you haven’t heard of us, or whatever the fuck.” He says frankly. “Now answer the question — who are you?” He eyes the man with interest. Drawn to his aggressive nature. Perhaps he could get more from this stranger than making him their new chew toy.