Blackfoot Forest just get no blood on the dope

Her immediate question isn’t surprising at all. For his upbringing was also violent and dangerous. Surprisingly his father was good to his mom. He would kill any who looked at her the wrong way — something he’s actually done before. Still Kynareth chuckles a bit. “No, he didn’t. He was very much so in love with her surprisingly. Even though my father was a brutal man, he was a sucker for her. She convinces him that dog could be just as strong if not stronger than some wolves. Which is true — I am an example of such proof. Many of my followers were dog in my previous pack as well.” He informs casually, not taking offense to her question at all. Happy to share the happier memories he had from his past.

Then at her last sentence Kynareth’s can’t help the laughter that bubbles up past dark lips. “I’d be honored, dear.” He hums to her, a charming, confident smirk on his maw. Teeth gleaming blue in the sickly, dim light of the surrounding forest. “Shall we?” He asks as he begins walking into the mouth of the cave. Claws tapping gently onto the uneven rock surface below. 

“You are alone out here?” He asks curiously, starlike eyes flicking over to her own beside him.