The Heartwood monsters of smoke and mirror

I have to admit, I didn't see her trying to hit on him at all lmao. But, good thread! :D

As she departed into the depths of the forest, Mordecai huffed to himself. He'd rest where he damn well pleased, or at least that was the arrogant thought that lingered behind for quite some time. With a glance cast back to the place where he had settled in earlier, he decided it was ultimately time to move on. He'd find somewhere else, if only to avoid the irritating yearling coming back to make sure he hadn't stayed. Chances were though, he knew if he hung around that they would probably cross paths again, and in ways he didn't anticipate. In due time, his ire faded away swiftly, and the gold-eyed Ostrega would laugh about it.