Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

He knows she already forgiving him by the sly eye roll she gives him. It seems like she can bear his somewhat mischievously unbearable personality. Hell this is his being polite. He won’t lie, he isn’t fake, but he is a much crueler man when I’m the right company. He is not afraid to rip someone’s throat out, doesn’t matter the age, doesn’t matter the person, unless they’ve had an interesting preexisting relationship of some kind. Even then, he has the ability to show little no absolutely zero mercy depending on how he was wronged.

This time though, he raises the charm. Gives her lingering, heated looks and hums smoothly into the pale she-wolf’s ear. Of course he does an other assortment of things he believes she likes. These are genuine thought and actions in the least. If he didn’t want her, he wouldn’t have a problem putting her in a place below him. Only he does want to do that, but perhaps in a different context.

After all his attempts to be charming she admits to forgiving him and he counts that as a win. Especially when she comes closer to brush against him as they trek through the forest. As she begins speaking she explains where her pack resides in these lands. For a second she seems off, but quickly rights herself. 

Then as she informs of the time it would need to get there he nods, undeterred by the amount of time it would take. After all, he doubts it’d be too bad in the company of a the beaut beside him called Simmik. She’s entertaining, smart, and seems well enough to attempt and play him back at his own game. He’s more than happy to lead her back. Hell, he might even wander a few miles away from the outskirts of her borders for a day or two.

Finally giving her a more solid answer, he hums out an easy, “Of course, darling. You’re not bad company after all. I’m sure I’m insufferable.” He jests with a low laugh.