Wild Berry Meadow the cunning and the predatory instinct of a hawk.

Weird accent and all, the darker male was kind of a scene altogether. The twitch in his face, the fucked up pronunciation and the obviously distressed demeanor, piled up into the funniest thing Bane had seen that day, and he did not hold back the snort of laughter that it provoked him.

"I was distraught," he said, almost apologetically as he took one step back. "What the hell were you even looking for in there?" he asked with that smirk still painted across his handsome face, pointing at the dug up patch of nothing that the jumpy foreigner had managed to find.