Blackfoot Forest there is nothing you can say to her,

The shadow rises like a dark plume of smoke to meet him, in motion the moment his eyes touch upon her figure. Eyes of midnight indigo burn into him, halting his advance. His own lips peel back in response to the snarl, gaze focusing briefly on the scar he'd left. His own is less visible, the slightest pale line along his nose, but the spot itches nonetheless when he looks at the mark he'd left in return. A low growl slips from his jaws, but he makes no move to advance.