Wild Berry Meadow You givin’ up your faith for some fun

Kynareth’s not expecting the tiny pull of his tail. Certainly a bite, for her feels a pinch of teeth, but really not much pain. A play bite of some sorts. His ears are flattening on his skull and spinning around to meet whoever dares to tease him. His tail even uncurls, waving wildly. His golden hues search violently and he watches a charcoal form disappear into nearby brush. 

“Are you kidding me.” He crumbles underneath his breath, her he can’t help the wicked smirk that comes to his maw. A softly inquisitive expression, a quirked brow, his handsome face twist curiously. “Who’s there?” He asks casually.