The Heartwood who doesn't say a word,

Styx should have turned around before she had a chance to response (well, more like run off) but the idiot decided to linger to see what the silver-eyed girl had to say. Like he cared. She was just some nameless stranger and would always be that – nothing more. The hybrid was also frustrated with himself for not noticing her scent sooner and avoiding this confrontation altogether. He had been too wrapped up in his own thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings – which, if it had been any other wolf, could have been dangerous. There was no justification to his carelessness, but luckily he had run into someone who wasn’t going to bite off his head for colliding into them. The snappy reply to fall from her lips surprised the inky knight, but he relaxed his expression to feign disinterest. With a quick eye roll, the boy scoffed at her remark before spitting out his own retort: “Please. You practically threw yourself at me.” If that didn’t get her tail knotted he didn’t know what would – irritating wolves was one of his specialities and something that Styx quite enjoyed. “I know I’m irresistible but I’m definitely out of your league, mudpie.” The words fell off his tongue so easily, his tone detached as he spoke. Hopefully the girl would get bored of his ignorance and leave him alone – but a part of him was glad that they had (literally) run into each other again.