Haunted Wood Hand in Hand

Craning his neck over to gaze to the raven female, she watches him through her lashes menacingly. A brow raises at the body language, then his suspicions are confirmed when she’s begins to speak.

A challenging smirk crossed his maw. “I do not doubt you, amiga.” He stops of the ledge and goes to stand closer. “I will make this pack better.” His tone is confident, bordering on cocky.