Ravensblood Forest aperitif

The she wolf paws out of the water and shakes herself off. Then as she settles her interesting gaze in just as intense as it meets his own she speaks of being a physicist and dare his ears perk up at that word.

He hums quietly as a response “You’re a healer then?” He asks a smile ghosting his lips and he tilts his chin up at her. “Where do you make your home? Are there others like you?” He questions. Having a good relationship with any healers in the surrounding area could be life saving. “I’m growing my pack on these lands.” He hums, golden hues meeting her eyes. “Even if you weren’t to join, having an alliance could be beneficial for the both of us.” He says it like he’s trying to sell her the idea. He would take no offense to the denial of his offer. 

Sure, the brindled male grew up in a pack that would rip apart anything that looked at them funny. His father taught him the importance of being diplomatic as well. Staring such an opportunity in the face and not shooting his shot would be a horrible decision on his part.