Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

He stands and catches her fiery, apricot eyes wondering–surely staring at his impressive coat. Often he caught others staring at him due to his curled tail and interesting pattern. The stripes, blended with a pale chocolate brown, appearing almost mahogany in the tangerine beams that shoot through the canopy of leaves above. He doesn’t make it obvious he notices, but a smirk does spread across his handsome face as he looks upon her.

As the female speaks about sending others his way to recruit for the 
continuation of his pack he laughs, a hearty sound that rumbles in his chest. “I’ll be counting on you, dear.” He says with a teasing wink.

Then as she stands and shakes off her pelt, he admires the thickness of the pale coat of fur. Then he can see the determination in her gaze and the confidence in her body language. Surely she must be a talented warrior. Then he stakes the time to ready himself and nods up to her. “Then ladies first?”