Noctisardor Bypass You turned a good thing into a tragedy

Kynareth watches intently as their alpha shows herself. She’s impressive if anything — a large built wolf, muscular and surely a seasoned warrior. That has potential. He’s not too worried about anything so far, that is until that shadow follows behind her. That wolf that protected Dawn when he wanted to recite his revenge against Aphrodite’s pack. Little to say it didn’t go as planned. He almost wants to laugh at the sight of him. For if he is in this pack then he knows this alliance or possible neutrality will go straight down the drain. There’s no doubt that he’d tell his leaders about the deed. If this pack is like the others, they’d take offense to his attack on Dawn. Who knows how they are though, perhaps they’ll glorify it. Ursus probably would have, but this isn’t Ursus. Still, the show must go on.

The brindled male doesn’t posture himself dominantly, or not intentionally so. His body relaxed as he gazed upon their leader. “Evening, Name’s Kynareth. We reside from the mountains just west of here — The Saints of the Dying Light.” He informs and introduces himself and his pack. His voice isn’t overly confident, but it is sure and unafraid. “I learned of your pack from another and decided that we should make ourselves acquainted. I have an alliance in mind, but of course if eyes don’t meet, then I desire neutrality if anything.” He dips his head to Arbiter then, a gesture meant for her to voice her opinion as well. Only briefly acknowledging the pitch black wolf beside her.