Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

“Isn’t it?” Is all he says with a raise of his brows.

As her face softens, she apologizes once more for the fall of his family. Shaking his head he smiles with a wave of his paw. The smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes and it isn’t the sweetest looking, perhaps it still looks a bit mysterious, but it’s a smile nonetheless. “Appreciated, but stop apologizing.” He shrugs indifferently. “It wasn’t your fault anyway.”

“You’re not wrong.” He says as he stands to his massive full might, looking ever so mighty with the stunningly bright sun behind him. Then he chuckles. “Sadly no. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone? Or anyone I could track down to try my best with the silver tongue?”

Then, his smile turns into a challengingly playful smirk, his eyes growing a mysterious glint in them once more. “Haven’t had a chance to test my skills since the fall of my pack. Wouldn’t want to spar would you?” He asks with a cock of a brow and a few brave steps closer to the snowy female.