Ravensblood Forest Wer um die Göttin freit, suche in ihr nicht das Weib

“Mm, seems like you did.” He hums casually. Only coming a few steps closer to paw at the bone.

Then his golden hues meet her own once more. His smile isn’t devious, or even sly, it’s an easy smile that doesn’t display maliciousness but it’s not exactly innocent. “What brings you here then?” He asks, curious as to why she wanders in these woods. He’s not very territorial and most likely wouldn’t start a territorial fight until his pack grows significantly. Until then he’s all ears. A certain unstable curiosity that always picks at his mind. He tilts his head to her, brows shift up easily as his handsome face gives that same smile back to her.