Stirring Up Dirt

Tate wasn't fully aware that there was another in his presence, or he just simply did not care. He usually tried to avoid others to get out of conversation but he striked himself as the guy that people would get the hint and leave anyway. That was until this beautiful fae... yeah, beautiful? Sure. He wasn't the type to drop head over heels for some pretty lady. That's for sure.

He stopped in his venture to find something to eat as the witch slithered out from the trees and shrubbery, she wasn't hard to miss though neither was he really. He didn't say a word just as she did, and eyes watched as she approached him and came up with little limitations for his own personal space. What the fuck was he supposed to do with this sly woman? Dark eyes formed in a squint as his neck craned upwards, avoiding the woman but not fully jumping out of her way. It would only take a few seconds before he was picking up a paw to push against her chest in attempt to get her to back up off of him, despite the fact that she was actually bigger than him. "Do you mind?" He asked in a deep, slightly irritated tone. What kind of woman, or wolf for that matter, just exposed herself in the middle of nowhere and had the audacity to touch a stranger...

"Hotate"