Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

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He laughed, which she thought was strange, but she wasn't really surprised at this point. Rather unexpectedly, his expression quickly shifted and anger burned in his gaze; it was a more fitting reaction, she thought. Simmik watched carefully as he reclined on the ground, further proving his complete lack of fear or irritation at having a stranger in the forest he was trying to claim. 

She considered his question only briefly before offering a shake of her head. I've never heard of either, she told him. As for his invitation: she considered that a little longer. She wasn't sure if she trusted him enough to relax to his degree just yet. She gave him a hesitant look, scanning the trees suspiciously as if more strange wolves might slink out to surround her. But there was nothing there—just him, lying on the ground like a hunting cat. She took a few steps forward before stopping, deciding that was all she would give him right now. Then she sat down, her expression expectant as she waited for him to explain what these foreign things were and why he had brought them up.