The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

the wind was against him, and failed to warn him of the income beast. it was the growls that caught his attention, hackles raised and tail twitching with agitation as he turned to face the familiar, yet changed face he'd met not that long ago. "woah", he let out at the initial sight of the pale titan.

"and just when i thought you couldn't get any hotter" he let out, muscles still tense from the verbal warnings of the scarred man. he might have relaxed had the wound not set him on edge, which it did, terribly so.