Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

For a moment he’s concerned that he actually has her seething at him. By the look into those eyes she almost seemed completely over him and his aggravating antics. He doesn’t take his eyes away from her own, neither does she. The pale wolf seems to be contemplating her next move. 

An enticing smile crosses her face and he’s almost captivated by the way she stares back at him when she glide her sleek body against his. He follows her eyes as she does this and his ears perk up when she breaks out into a laugh and he’s temporarily stunned when he realizes she’s running off a lot faster than he anticipated. She’s quick and nimble, athletic and fit enough to run away from him with relative ease.

Reluctantly, he gallops after her. Not really know for chasing females around he contemplates legging her run off without trailing behind. Yet a nagging voice in the bad of his head has him interested in the Arctic Wolf. So he makes his way after her, unrushed with a leathery nose to the ground. The anticipation of her expected attack causes an eager smile to spread across his maw. He continues searching for her quietly.