Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

He enjoys the playful lilt of the females voice and the teasing cock of an eyebrow. As apposed to her previously suspicious, on edge expression. It’s a pleasant change to the females beautiful features; makes her look more feminine–cute.

After he’s done admiring her features, he shakes his head bitterly. Escaping her eyes by looking down to the grass momentarily before meeting it again. “There’s no possible way to get revenge on humans. There’s too many of them. They don’t use their teeth to kill things, they use these wild fucking machines or something. It’s crazy.” He says as if he’s reliving the memories of his pack getting blown up, trying to describe the weapons they used. “Whatever they used would blow holes through skin and bone. They’re too powerful for us.” He ends ominously.

Then he chuckles, offering a toothy smile back. “How optimistic of you, Simmik.” Is all he says back. “That’s what I’m doing now actually. Trying to rebuild.”