Ravensblood Forest Fresh Start

He hums. “Shame.” Then he brushes her response off and continues on without a problem.

Then as the female proclaims he has to catch her his brows furrow devilishly and his smirk grows. “Challenge accepted.” He growls as he watches her run off into the forest. Instantly he’s right behind her. She’s faster then he is. His size causes him to be a good some slower than the chocolate she wolf. Yet his attempt to catch up to her is true but not as successful as he’d like. Though if he really wanted to run after her he could have. Yet he finds himself slowing down, planting vigorously as his blackened tongue fall out the side of his mouth. Strings of drool even fall from his chin and lips.

“Alright you win the race, dear.” He says with as much vigor as when they started the chase. He’s rather eager for a face off.