Ravensblood Forest the one minute. the soldier's minute

The scarfed bard looked surprise as Arturo made his bold announcement and the gangster was left to assume that Chusi had not yet gotten around to telling her, then. He regarded her with his well practiced poker face, allowing his curiosity to linger in the fiery spark of his gaze as she posed her question. “Every thing in this forest is mine,” The gangster amended with a husky purl. Of course his Teaghlaigh were their own but in some sense they were his wolves. His Family. Though indefinitely more important than any one territory but there was something that Arturo liked about encouraging his territorial nature. In allowing it to posses him and protect his claim and His Family. It had been so long since he'd felt territorial over anything and it breathed a new life into the gangster. Like Ceannasach was awakening from a long sleep. But it went beyond that in this moment. He recognized his desire to impress her. Also something he had not felt in a long time. He had not cared to impress anyone since ...Duana; but not even Duana had been able to spellbind him as quickly as the bard that rose, stretched and walked parallel to her outcropping's edge before him.

There was potential in that. And danger. Oh, but the gangster was tempted by trouble, allured by danger as he weaved plenty of it on his own. She was a minx, he considered, as he took in her impish smile as she teased him. He was quiet for a second before he offered her a twitch of his lips upwards. “Stay,” Arturo encouraged and implored of her. Not asking her to, but rather, giving her the permission. To stay. To draw nearer. To ask him questions that he very rarely answered. He was not so eager to let her slip away without getting to know her. “The borders will be here.” Besides, he wasn't the only one working on marking them. A few hours distraction would hardly hurt anything.