Redsand Canyon once upon a younger year

The tips of Donovan’s claws hang dangerously off the edge as he holds the smaller in the air. He’s chuckling as he feels the other shake in his grip. It gives him the sick satisfaction that’s always been inside him. He wants to drop him, honestly there’s not much from stopping him. Should he be nice though? What has he gotten for being nice? Oh yeah, not shit. What’s the point in starting now?

He swears he’s about to drop him when a familiar voice calls to him warningly. His brows raise and his eyes flick towards the voice. Derg. That amazing man has come to save the poor little wolf. How sweet. 

Donovan smiles around the scruff in his mouth and laughs, sending vibrations throughout Hide’s body. Yet he seeks eye contact with Derg and if the male can see it from down there, he’d notice the roll of Donovan’s canary orbs, the smile on his maw. He steps back, dragging the smaller back into land and dropping him. Though he doesn’t give him freedom, rather he settles a large paw almost around him, or on top of him. Anything to keep Hide in his place. 

Donovan takes up a seated position and used the paw to scoot the wolf closer to his body, as in loosely cuddling him. A shit eating grin on his face showing teeth and Donovan comically bats his eyes to the Overseer. “Oh but, dear, we’re just hangin’ out.” Literally. “Havin’ a good old time.” He chuckles back to him, golden eyes watching Derg almost suggestively.