Favorite Dish of the River

Suspicions confirmed, a part of Rayios thought to scare her away, maybe threaten her a little. This part of him grew even more when she openly admitted that he wasn't very good at fishing. His hackles are too sodden to flare, but if they could, they definitely would. “I know how to fish!” what was supposed to sound threatening only ended up sounding exactly like what it is: the pouting of a boy freshly turned teen. He hated it, really, and his frustration at failing to sound any sort of menacing made him want to pounce on her even more.

When she grew closer, his body leaned away. At the same time, his ears perked and toes splayed for better balance; the slightest bit of fang showed as his brows creased with them.. He would have attacked her, just before she even spoke. But...something stopped him. She smelled nice, actually. Kind of like the sea. Or something. Was that the sea? He seemed to relax a little, feet fixing back to a more relaxed position, but he kepted his eyes on her, brows still creased out of suspicion.

She noticed the cut on his face and offered to help, but the intriguing (pleasant, almost) smell she gave off could not get the young she-wolf enough of his trust yet. He'd already let her get this close. To invite her the chance to 'heal' him was pretty much the equivalent of just rolling over and dying for him, in his eyes.

Okay, he might be a little dramatic about that. But still. “No,” and he's about ready to leave her right there, but he can't help but want to get a better sniff at her. Was that the sea that he smelled on her fur? Why was he so interested in finding out? He didn't understand his allure towards the sea himself, but he'd damn well quench his curiosity, “Where've you been?” by now it's visibly obvious he's trying to get a better sniff, even if he's not coming closer, “Have you been to the sea?”