The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

rosencrantz. he gave a nod at the wraith's introduction, inky ears twitching in the slight breeze when asked the same of him. "astaroth", he introduces officially with a toothy smile a few quick sways of his tail. he'd make time to go see visit the older male once a few moons had passed, for he was already eager to see what other nasty gashes the scar collector would gain between now and then.

"i shouldn't keep you much longer" he lets out after a moment, eyes falling to the still leaking wound. "i wouldn't want that wound to get infected and make you even more attractive than what you already are" he joked with a wink. but no seriously, he'd rather not have to drag the man's corpse back to his pack due to some infection that had suddenly taken hold of his injury while they stood here and talked.