Arrow Lake Answer now like an astronaut

He’s not put off by her snide behavior, the scars, or even the rasp of her damaged voice. He sees a powerful huntress, one that could be deadly. One that could aid him. Yet somehow he believes this one would be tough to crack. Hell, he probably won’t crack her at all, but why not try? He needed some entertainment even though the broken alliance with Ursus is providing just enough.

He rumbles out a low chain of laughter, nothing too extravagant. It’s quiet enough to miss but his smile still remains as he eyes down this damaged yet alluring shewolf. He dares to take another absentminded step forward, perhaps to hear her better.

“What? Can’t I have a little chat with a visitor of the mountains?” He asks softly, a circular brow tilting upwards. “Name’s Kynareth.” He adds even if she doesn’t want it. “Now, wouldn’t want to give me your name now, beautiful?” Comes his inquiry. The compliment genuine, he doesn’t find scars ugly, rather he finds that they tell a story of brutality.