Redsand Canyon Creatures of the Night

He listens in rueful awe of the happening of her pack. Her previous pack — much like his — were killed. Though partly in cold blood and partly by disease. He honestly wishes his pack had died of diseases rather than whatever fucked up show the humans put on for him. His eyes widen slightly as she mentions being a princess. Or she would’ve been at least.

He looks to her, eyes displaying genuine emotion. “I’m glad you’re with us. Although I do wish, as I’m sure you do, that your pack never went through that. Mine had the same fate. I suppose if something had been different we’d have never met. Or perhaps would’ve met in different circumstances.” He says absentmindedly.

He would’ve been the pack coming in to clean up whatever the disease left. The cleanup crew: open 24/7. He almost feels bad but then he remembers how satisfying it is seeing his enemies crumbling beneath him. They’re different, but Nyra is adapting to his lifestyle well.