Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Out of all the wolves he wished he could see again, talk to again, curl up next to, dine with or anything - Sorina was not exactly part of the it list. Yet here she was, traipsing through the wilderness as if she owned the place. As soon as he heard that voice Screech was shooting daggers through the trees with his eyes; he didn't know exactly who it was until they made their obnoxious debut. And even though Screech would have otherwise thought the dark girl was Hydra or maybe Raven in any other moment (as history has shown), he really couldn't look at Sorina and not think to himself, oh fuck, it's her again.

At least she had made an impression (his eye-socket throbbed; then again, so did something else, but he just glossed over that sensation and decided it was the rolling of his gut and nothing lower).

Dunno what you're talking about, he cajoled in return, his tone sharp, almost like he was back to his old self again. He lurched to his paws and lightly shook the snow-litter from his sides, watching her the entire time with a decidedly disgusted expression (kind of like the one she was giving him right now). You sure your nose is workin'? Or are you back to peck out my other eye. He raised his brows at this and the lid of his empty socket briefly slipped open like a crescent, as if it had a mind of it's own and (somehow) a smirk-worthy sense of humor.