Blackfoot Forest just get no blood on the dope

And you’re big for a part dog. Comes her own retort and he can’t help but smile at it. He loves himself a woman who he can go back and forth with so easily. Then she asks how he even came into this world and a small fit of laughter bubbles past his lips. “My father, a wolf, met my mother, an akita, he accepted her into his pack. She had her own few followers that were also mostly part dog, some of them full dog. They merged packs and then I was created.” He informs simply.

He makes a mental side note that maybe she didn’t catch him staring for she hasn’t done anything rash to him yet — something he’s used to. Though her form is so dark and the thick canopy above them provides zero light to the substrate below. He can hardly see her. She does mention that she has no kill, and yes while he did smell blood, that isn’t what he came her for. 

Kynareth tilts his chin to the cave behind her. “Even if you did, I didn’t come here to steal your food.” He hums casually. “I have an obsession with caves. Came to explore this one actually.” He almost asks if she’d like to join him. He pauses, contemplating it — giving in. “You wouldn’t want to explore it with me would you?” Comes his slightly hesitant inquiry, a charming smile on his maw.