Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

At his offer she gives a predictably cold reply that only furthers his assumptions that she really enjoyed it too much for her to come to terms with. Especially with a mutt like him. What it does do is make his smile wide. And he chuckling lowly.

Then at her next reply he nods. “I’m okay with that.” He says as he bumps shoulders easily with her. The moment is soft enough not to jostle any current wounds but probably not her easily frayed nerves. “Let’s get you to the den then.”