Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

wintersbane, lately, had been favoring a more diplomatic route than his childhood preference of fight every-fucking-thing. that troubled teen looking for and picking fight after fight because he needed it to remind him he was alive, thought that it was the only way to prove himself has long since grown into a matured man that understands there's a reckless disregard for life in living like that; but he remembers clearly his last fight because it'd been ugly and there'd been nothing remotely friendly about it ...and would it not've been for the knowledge that his mother would have been upset and disappointed in him for it he would've very possibly killed his sister that day. he could've. a part of him'd desperately wanted to.

wintersbane tucks that unwelcome memory hastily away and studies faeryn, assessing that her size would be an advantage against him; she would no doubt be faster than him. don't worry, he assures her in a murmur. it'd be a real shame if you never talked to me again because i got a little too rough. though he spoke it lightly in the teasing tone they'd been carrying with one another there was an underlying sincerity to his words.

wintersbane liked her; was charmed by her.

he prowls closer to her, eyes focused on her left shoulder only to surge forward and feign to her right and aim a nip at her right shoulder.