Panther Park monsters in the shadows

Eventually, Renard shows themself. Padding towards Donovan with a ghost of a smile on their face. He returns his of smile back and nods to them. “I did. Wanted to go scouting and figured you should come along. Since you’re itching for a purpose and something to do.” He smirks more deviously towards the end, teasing the other wolfdog with a playful tone. 

Then he hardly gets to his next sentence when the presence of another shows themselves to the two Saints. It’s a smaller red wolf. He stars past them and when Donovan meets his eyes all he sees is a bland milky whiteness in them. He’s blind. Now Donovan doesn’t instantly go on the defensive cause, hell, he could snap his neck in two much too easily. So he tilts his head at his voice and listens to the words that leave his mouth. 

He speaks of Neverwinter and instantly he familiarizes himself with the image of Simmik. “I might.” He says mischievously, giving a quick glance to Renard before going back to the other. “Who’s asking and what pack are you with? Are you with them?” He asks casually.