Ravensblood Forest oh i don't pay for suits

Arturo barked out a laugh when she called him pretentious, asking him if he'd ever asked the borders if they would mark themselves. As it stood, he hadn't ever asked them — then again he had no real intention of breaking that. The day Arturo spoke to inanimate objects ...well he supposed there was little merit to that because he was fairly certain that in an “Riptide” episode he had spoken to the morbid collection of skulls he had kept at the back of his den. Luckily, this was not something that Arturo could claim he remembered and thus he did not linger upon it. He offered Furoisa a smirk with a slight knavish glint in his eyes. “Perhaps I am,” he allowed in a soft murmur to the smoky reticence of his accented voice in regards to being “pretentious”. It did not take her long to delve into the point of her presence and he turned from the tree to face her, appraising her as his fiery gaze took her in. Though she was certainly the ...roughest of those he had (attempted to) recruit he approved. “Good.” The gangster settled, inviting her to join him in the border marking with a smooth gesture of his muzzle, his ears cupped forth, attentive to her.