Haunted Wood for the rotting (mtr.)

No. Although his mind may change later, for now, he was more so interested in the female at hand. Food was food, and the ever-growing abyss in his belly always demanded to be fed, to see a morsel just waiting, offered to him was tempting. 

You're welcome to give it a try. He offered a quick grin in reply, challenging her teasing with his own. His aggression to her trespassing had subsided, for now, curious had taken over as he looked the woman over with a quirked brow. Although, I cannot promise the same... I bite... hard. He said with a click of his fangs as they met, punctuating his sentence.