Ravensblood Forest Caught in a storm

Sorry, he's a butt! :P Should be fun though.

She was a petite thing, and pale. Initially Anselm would liken her to sunlight on a winter day - but then she set her eyes upon him, and the look she granted him made him reconsider. He had dealt with females before, at least his sisters, and they were of a similar variety to this. Something about the way she spoke to him was grating upon his ears. The boy instantly regretted his decision to stop.

I'm exploring. He quipped back - his tone bland, if it could be identified as anything. The rumble of his gruff, often unused voice should have clued her in to how disinterested he was in her antics. This was not a game he had the urge to play — and that was all any female interaction was. But, with his luck, Anselm had probably fallen in to whatever trap lay waiting to spring.

Without another word, he began to stride around the boulder with the hope that she'd take the hint.