Bramblepoint Cinnamon Harvest with his best buddy Ooky

If Birk had been in any way familiar with slang expressions he would have titled the following moments of his life into four words: "Karma.Is.A.B*tch." Since he was not, he did not put it in quite the same words, but thought it nonetheless. 

She appeared seemingly out of nowhere and took a place that was dangerously close to the border of his private space. Being in no mood for games, he regarded her with a grumpy look and growled, letting her know that she should not come any closer.

With that settled, he left his spot and put few more steps between them, which was not enough to eliminate he strength of the scent that was around her and polluted (so it seemed to him) the rest of the surroundings. He was torn between the odd feeling of desire and being annoyed for her making him feel that way.