Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

Donovan enjoys the way she brushes against him, but becomes surprised when she begins brusquely walking ahead of him. His brows furrow and for a second he genuinely wonders what’s wrong. That is until she admits to being the beta in her pack. He’s impressed by it actually. He knew she was a pack wolf, yet her rank hasn’t come across his mind until she mentions being a leader within her pack. He can see her being a leader, she was cold, cautious, and calculating when they’d first met; all leader esc. qualities.

For what reason she becomes annoyed with him he doesn’t understand. Or, actually he does. She assumes that he thinks so little of her. The pale female probably thinks that Donovan thought of her as low ranking; which there’s nothing wrong with that either. Or at least to him. 

Anyhow, he doesn’t reply to her just yet. She graces him with her last reply and he cracks a small smile where it was lost moments before. Yet she doesn’t meet his eyes and he finds that unbearable. Vanquishing his smirk for an easy smile, he crowds into her space and nudges Simmik’s cheek with his nose. 

“Aww, don’t be mad at me.” He almost whines uncharacteristically, voice low next to her ear. “I’m not surprised about your rank, dear.” He hums to her. “It hadn’t even crossed my mind until you said something.” Then his smirk appears and he angles his brows up. “Forgive me?” He asks with a wink.