Neverwinter Forest castles

Kyron couldn't help but smile when the soon-to-be Alpha female grinned excitedly at him and began speaking. From her first word, the sun-touched Persian knew he was going to be here for sometime, but he didn't mind. As he had told her, truthfully, he had nowhere else to be and being in the company of an over-excited, outgoing, soon-to-be leader of a pack suited him well enough. He had dealt with many of her kind before, and had fallen for quite a few too; he was no stranger to them and funny enough as it was, he found himself drawn more to them than to those like himself. A familiar figure, cloaked in black and gray floated through his head and Kyron quickly chased it away, unwilling to delve on unwanted memories just yet.

Hot cinnamon ears swiveled forward, instead, as he listened to her story. She was a married lady, apparently, to a guy called Scimitar and they were planning to start a pack with his sister and her mate. The first thing he noticed was the fact that everyone currently in the pack was married. To him, that was slightly weird but he didn't say anything about it. They were a family oriented pack after all and family oriented packs always appealed to the Persian, having came from one himself. So Kyron was glad to hear that anyone who joined would also be considered family and he couldn't help but smile slightly when she spoke about not having any serial killers in the mix.

Kyron smiled, "You'll be glad to hear then, that I'm an honorable Persian warrior, trained to guard and hunt and fight and that I'm most definitely not a serial killer." He shook his coat, appraised her once more with blue eyes and tilted his head thoughtfully. "I've always wanted a big family too, having come from one myself. Do you think I'll be suitable for your pack? Do you think you're mate will like me?" The flurry of questions came rushing out of Kyron's mouth and almost immediately, he smiled somewhat apologetically. "Sorry."