Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

It wasn't long until he was in her space again. His nose brushing her cheek made her heart skip and cooled some of her irritation. She peeked at him over the top of her nose. His words soothed her irritation further, much to her surprise. And the smirk—she couldn't help but give a playful roll of her eyes in return. Why did he have to look so handsome while he did that? She hadn't ever felt insecure about her ability to lead before; her pack all seemed supportive of it, too. So then why had he been able to ruffle her so much? It wasn't something she could pick through now, not with him standing there, sweetly asking for her to forgive him. 

She released a soft huff if laughter and fully returned her gaze to him. You're forgiven, she told him. Luckily, she was just as easy to calm as she was to fire up most of the time. And it had just seemed like an honest miscommunication. She matched his speed and pressed against him, staying that way as she began to speak again. My pack is in the the valley, she explained. The forest south of here on the other side of the glacier. The glacier she usually tried to avoid thinking about. It will take us a few hours. She looked up to search his face, curious if that long of a journey would change his mind.