Redsand Canyon Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Donovan patrols the edges of their border this time. Deeming it necessary to do the same as his pack does. He has no destination in mind, only cares to follow the edges of the canyon and mark of territory whenever he sees fit. Though he’s being interrupted by a deep howl echoing off the oddly shapes walls of their sandy home. His auds perk and he’s curious as to just who comes barking at their doorstep today.

Wasting no time he’s galavanting across the arid, drylands. Slipping through the obstacles that the desert provides. When arriving at the scene, his eyes flick back and forth between the two. Donovan already has a smile on his maw as he saunters up with his usual confident swagger. His dark, brindle coat shines red due to a fine film of crimson dust sticking to him. It seems ever present and hard to get rid of, so he doesn’t even try anymore.

His fiery golden hues check this stranger out. He hears the tail end of Derg’s question, so he gives a lazy tilt of his chin to Valour, seconding his Overseers inquiry.