Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

He’s officially interested by her, he wouldn’t want to say captivated just yet, but he might just be okay with her lingering for a while longer. She’s entertaining enough and seems to have loosened up a fair amount to actually have some decent fun. She doesn’t quite remind him of Sasha either–the humans pet. So, Donovan considers that a win as well. He doesn’t want to consider himself wounded from the she-dog’s actions even though he knows he still is. Still his pride becomes something to much for even him to swallow–he rather likes it if he has anything to say about it.

Putting the thought of Sasha to the back of his mind, he rather liked the way those amber eyes peered back at him. Replaying the earlier scene back in his head for only a second before responding back. She speaks to him with that playful expression and a brilliantly confident smile that showed perfectly white teeth. He finds her exceptionally pale fur beautiful in the red-orange rays and her eyes bright enough to rival the sun itself.    


He decides to meet her cocky smile with one of his own. “You’re good. Considering you’ve only trained for a few months.” At her questioning gaze he lifts his own brows at her. “Of course, everyone can improve. Everyone also has their own flaws in battle; myself included.” Then he asks. “How old are you? I’m four and have been training since I left the womb.” He laughs.