Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

In truth, Derg was proud of his scar.
Its story was one of valiance and gore; a perfect tale.
Though, he hadn't got used to the stares yet. Donovan didn't stare much, or maybe Derg hadn't noticed it. But either way, this woman was certainly looking.

His chin lifted slightly, feeling somewhat opposed. Wondering what she thought had happened to him.
He licked his lips. "I knew you weren't a stray," he stated after her correct presumption. Whoever had told her what he looked like wouldn't have a hard time.
His tail swayed softly, a good-natured comment. Hopefully she took it so.

He waited, wondering what she wanted. Just to see his face? To ask him something? What? Derg was patient though.