Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

As she gets to her feet, she offers a smile up to him. Not just any though, it’s teasing much like his usually are. He decides he likes the playful smiles and looks she gives him. When she grazes her body against his he follows the motion shamelessly with his eyes. Eyeing down her feminine figure and the stark paleness of her coat that continuously draws his own canary orbs. At the remarks she plays back at him he lifts his gaze off of her body to meet her own. The way she looks at him over her shoulder makes him wish she’d be doing that in a different type of situation.

So he quirks a brow at her and smirks. “Oh, I’m sure you can.” He says smoothly. “Thought you wouldn’t mind the company. After all, a strong woman such as yourself wouldn’t need help getting home.” He winks to her, walking forward to follow her almost obediently. 

Coming to wall directly beside her, he lowers his head to her level and side eyes her suggestively. “What will your pack think when you come back smelling of a lone, male wolf, huh? Will they come hunt me down?” He asks a comedic tone in his voice with the last sentence.