Dawnlark Plains Powers

Kinvara tensed as he touched her, fighting the urge to skitter away like a frightened deer. She was no longer a slave and needed to stop acting like it. Kin allowed him to rub his scent on her, relaxing when he was no longer in contact with her skin. 

" I go where you go." Kinvara spoke slowly, trying to punctuate as perfectly as possible. Zaavier had earned her loyalty, she had pledged herself to him and wasn't about to be left behind. Instead she got to her feet, waiting for him to lead the way.