Great Bear Wilderness Take my hand through the flames

It was only natural for a small-but handsome- guy like him to be defensive when meeting a scarred stranger. He certainly wouldn't want his spotless, smooth pelt to be disrupted by ugly scars- but if it was her fashion style, he truly didn't care. Trick wasn't a fighter, one could tell just by looking at him, but backing down he could and would not. He does take note of her almost disinterest in him- for most the females he had met had had that dirty twinkle in their eye when first talking to him. This amused him- it was not every day he could not impress. 

Very well. He said with a smirk. Any other would've stayed for a chat, but not him. He felt he had no time to waste on one lone female that was no threat to him or his home. He shook his spotless pelt -quite gracefully so- and took some steps in the direction he was firstly going in. He had to hunt- he simply had to.