Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

Your writing is beautiful btw. :>

A light laugh bubbles past his throat and he flops his body down into a resting position. Hind legs kicked out in front of him, he leans on his elbows with his front legs and watches her, body language akin to a big cat. 

“It was horrible.” He says, smile finally wiped off his face to be replaced with a more neutral expression. If anything the only emotion present in his eyes would be anger. The thought of his pack dying the way they did because of that bitch, makes his skin crawl and the fur along his spine bristle. “You know about the two legs? And dogs?” He asks her with a cock of his head and a tilt in his chin, offering her to come closer.