Ravensblood Forest stark

Was she always this...childish? In a way he envied her spirit. Growing up rough had chipped away at his psyche, so much so that he no longer extended his trust to those that were not close to him. Her words had struck a nerve, though he was careful not to let it show beyond a subtle frown.

Torn between the want to indulge her and the urge to keep his distance, he sloughed onto his back in a pseudo display of defeat. "Oh please," his paws dangled above his chest as he decided to humour her. There was a time and place for correction, and Nox was perceptive enough to realise she was only teasing. "Ye wouldn't betray me like that, would ye? If we were mates, ye'd leave out the tumble part." His own laugh bubbled at her obviously-joking use of the word handsome; Nox knew he wasn't much of a looker.

From his position on the ground, Meredith's face was silhouetted by the weak winter sun, casting her in shadows that dichotomised her playful tone. "Anyway, what secrets are ye desirin'? After all, ye did catch me off guard. Think ye deserve some sorta payoff."