Ravensblood Forest fire blood

”Hello?”
 
Her voice struck his ears and he quickly flicked his salmon colored tongue across his lips and teeth. With a slow blink at her, the ashen male bobbed his head in response. When his eyes came back up to meet her face, he sat silently and peered at the woman’s peculiar features. Her muzzle was draped in crimson, though the great ashen ghost could not tell if this was due to blood or something else. One of her eyes was dark, blacked out. And if the amber-eyed male had not been keen enough to notice the glint of light that sparked in it, he would have thought it had been ripped from her skull and the crimson was all that remained. That would have been interesting indeed.
 
The pale woman’s other eye seemed to be a transfixing teal coloration, hardly void of color at all. In fact, it stood out in stark contrast to her seemingly empty socket beside it. It was not until then that he began to pick up other things about her. The stranger carried the scent of the sea, though she did not seem to belong to a pack. It was the mixture of scents on her pelt that told him this. His eyes grazed over her figure and he frowned softly. Perhaps he was mistaken, but her physique was well kept for the lack of prey that he had noticed. She very well could have had access to prey. If this was the case, Kierkegaard knew his interest would grow. If not, he was not entirely sure why she was there.
 
Flicking his tail upwards, the ghostly male waited for a moment longer in silence to see if she had something more to say. He was a creature of few words. A beast of action. Oftentimes, the Sairensu male came off as difficult or rude. These things did not concern him. It was not in his interest to please those around him. The great ragged monster was certain that he need only take care of himself.