Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

When he flipped the partly unsuspecting female over, she meets his eyes with a glare to rival any other. Those russet orbs catch his own golden ones while she lies there for a moment before hopping to her paws. Along with her voicing that then move wasn’t fair, she lunges with her front paws out and pushes him back when they meet his shoulder. He has to admit, it was a cheap move demonstrating on her before she really knew he was going to, but boy, did it give him a laugh. So he rolls woth the punches, or rather her light push and stumbles a few steps away with a hearty laugh on his lips. Watching the female shake out her impressive white coat, his laughter dies down into — what one could call — a manlier giggle. 

“Isn’t it?” He teases back, copying her quirked brow with his own. Ears facing backwards his facial expression becomes more playful and challenging at her next sentence. Those eyes briefly peering up to him before flitting away just as quick as they came. A mysterious smirk comes across his maw and he puts on a faux pouty face. “Aww, darling. Don’t pout now.” He hums teasingly, leveling his head with hers. Then the playfully sad tone of voice grows deeper, like he’s really up to something. “How about you make me pay for it.” He growls low down to her, a fiery challenge in his glowing orbs.