The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

Donovan was exploring the many caves that are strewn about the Sunspires. One of his favorite pastimes, when he actually has time to himself. Most of the time he’d rather be training or hunting, sometimes discussing tactics and such with the other members of his pack. Just getting to know them. He wants them to feel comfortable around him as their leader and all that. All around he’s a very lax man when it comes to enforcing respect to his people. He doesn’t truly desire any of the formalities some would require. Today though, he has a good few hours to himself and he’s trying to take advantage of it.

Once he makes it to mouth of the cave he just got done walking through, he notices the pleasant smell of rain. As he continues to walk out he’s drenched in a matter of minutes. It doesn’t stop him from continuing on in his pointless trek outside their borders. He walks aimlessly in the rain for a good ten minutes before he notices an overhang. Though it seems there’s already someone occupying it. No matter, he won’t let that stop him.

He begins padding up to the stranger, unsure if they’d be paying enough attention to notice him and, honestly, he doesn’t even try to be sneaky. As his fur smooths out on his pelt, his muscles shift noticeably as he saunters over. His barrel chest and large form more prominent when the rain weighs his fur down. He’s stopping just by the edge of where the rain cuts off from the overhang.

Looking down to the steely pelted stranger he tilts his chin up to them. “Hey.” He says loud enough for them to hear, a smile gracing his features and his honey hues rake over their form shamelessly. “Mind if I join you?” The brindled male then inquires. It almost sounds suggestive yet truly he means it in both ways.