Redsand Canyon once upon a younger year

Donovan hobbles up the steep slope of cutting rocks that lead up to his den. That’s where they dropped the boy earlier anyway. He’s ready to terrify him and all the good things that come with having a captive.

So he’s making his way to the mouth of the cave. Claws tapping on the red rock as he looks inside. Noticing the smaller beginning to struggle awake he chuckles. “‘Bout time you woke up, sleeping beauty.” He hums teasingly, only a hint of a growl in his tone to scare if possible. “You ready to bunk with the Saints for a bit? It’ll be real fun~.” Come another teasing bout of his sing song voice. The sound of his footsteps coming closer at a languid but uneven pace are probably the only thing betraying Donovan’s lingering form.