The Bracken Woods Lolol

A soft frown cut into his masked features at the submissive display. Please. He whispered softly to the stranger. Not hurt. While he had developed a tendency to lash out lately, it seemed wrong to hurt this one. They had already cowered which meant there was no use in further bringing the hammer down.

Where from? He asked softly as he tried to soften his position some so as to not further spook the ghastly male.