Unsteady

It was easy for the young male to get lost in his thoughts as he watched the ant mound. Losing track of his surroundings wasn't exactly ideal, but the male had never run into any danger while in these woods so he'd grown relaxed. So much that he didn't notice the approach of the other yearling until a foot came down and smashed the anthill he'd been studying. The only reaction was his eyes widening slightly as he realized the ants would, once again, have to rebuild their home. They just weren't having any luck, were they?

Crimson gaze traveled upwards to stare at the body attached to the foot. It was a female and his age too. That didn't happen very often at all. He wasted no time in assessing her before he decided to speak. "You're going to have hundreds of ants trying to attack you in a few seconds if you decide to stand in their mound any longer." He warned in a rather monotone voice. Of course it wouldn't bother him in the slightest if she ignored him and decided to stay where she was standing. It was her fault that she hadn't been watching where she was going. He was at least nice enough to tell her about it though. If he'd been malicious enough he could have just said nothing at all.



"SPEAK"