Ravensblood Forest A Reoccurring Dream

As he pulls out a rather large tuft of hair a voice meets his ears and he’s gazing stupidly up to whoever it is. The stunning paleness of her coat so akin to a sheet of snow — blinding in the pale light that reaches out behind clouds. He smiles then spits out the fur, wiping his muzzle on a thick forearm. Standing from his half laying, half sitting position, his smile slowly turns into a smirk, white teeth gleaming down to her.

“Simmik.” He exclaims easily. Astonishment obvious in his voice as his eyes settle upon her. “A pleasant surprise.” Are the few words hummed by him as he approaches.

Coming in to crane his neck around her own in a type of hug and slightly pull back to slick at her muzzle and bite at her cheeks and ears playfully. Then all of a sudden he’s shooting into a surprised playful position with his legs firmly planted and moderately low to the ground as he nuzzles her shoulder aggressively with a dark leather nose. In an instant he’s bouncing off in the opposite direction and repeating the same position only a few meters away. A devilish smirk baring teeth meets her but his eyes hold a certain playfulness he’s probably only let Simmik see since he entered the Teekon Wilds.