Redsand Canyon Being held down by gravity

Kynareth watches the male approach, a smile splitting his maw in two. “Derg.” He hums pleasantly, as he tip toes closer to the male. A quick, soft butt of his head to the plume of Derg’s neck and he’s pulling back to gaze at him. “I need to loosen up after that meeting. How about I share the details after a good spar?” He asks a convincing upwards quirk of his brows.