Blackfoot Forest dark shadows

no worries, i'm still doing the same with styx! The hybrid was getting rather good at startling females – whether that was something to be proud of or not, he wasn’t sure. There was something different about this particular female, but Styx couldn’t quite put his paw on it. He wasn’t really concerned with figuring out either, as the boy never intended to come across strangers a second time. They were always to remain strangers as it made things much easier – he didn’t like being attached, which was precisely why the pack idea that the silver-eyed girl had suggested seemed so ludicrous. Forming a pack meant having responsibilities and actually having to be nice, which depending on his mood wasn’t always so easy. His brows narrowed as she mentioned trespassing and glanced over her shoulder, almost as if she was expecting another to be lurking around the forest. He shrugged softly at her comment, seafoam gaze still focused on her slender figure as he responded in a detached tone: “Not that I’m aware of.” While he did not care for packs he still respected their borders – unless, of course, he felt like being chased away with teeth snapping at his heels. That was only when he got really bored. “You look lost – what direction did you come from?” The gallant knight was always up for escorting a pretty lady even if he preferred to be on his own – after all, it was only temporary, and then he would never see her again.