Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

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When she offers the compliment of You don’t look old. for him he barks out a deep rumbling laugh. “Thank you. Can’t wait for when I start graying.” He jests back to the pale she-wolf.

Before Simmik answers his question she seems contemplative. Running it around her mind to see what she needs to work on. When she speaks he nods easily back. This should be fun.

“Ah yes. I could help with that. My mother was quite small so she taught me some about it.” Sauntering closer to the she-wolf, he motions to his legs with a simple nod of his head. “She always told me to start with the legs, to weaken them, so knocking them over would be easier. Or we could work on pining.” He looks down to her, handsome face lit up by the fiery blaze of the sun with a confident smile on his maw. “It’s you’re lucky day, dear. You get to pick.” He says finally, with a nudge of his nose on her shoulder.