The Heartwood who doesn't say a word,

She was painfully intoxicating and the hybrid hated it. He knew that he needed to get away from her – and fast – or else he was going to be wrapped up in her oblivious spell. A frown etched itself across his maw as he held her silver gaze, brows narrowed to show his annoyance. As much as he wanted to run away and never see her again, the inky rogue wanted to remain at her side and perhaps aid her in finding her brother. But that was completely and utterly ridiculous – loners didn’t help others; that was blasphemy. It had been stupid of him to return South, he should have kept pushing North like he had originally planned. The words that poured from her maw had taken the yearling by surprise, but he did not let it show as he finally tore his gaze away from her. The hybrid emitted a loud ‘scoffing’ noise before rolling his pearly seafoam eyes and sliding up to the coffee-coloured girl. Acting on impulse, Styx snaked his back beneath her chin, the tip of his tail flicking her nose playfully as he responded to her outburst: “Is that a challenge?” His voice came out in a soft purr, his bright gaze falling upon the nameless stranger once more as he resumed his former position.