Hideaway Strath held him down, broke his neck

We can start wrapping this up this next round if y’all want! :D

Kynareth’s almost chuckles at the handsome man’s words. He wouldn’t call the Saints civil but if they want to use that word as a description of their own pack then he wouldn’t stop them. Though he does agree to his statement of keeping to their own. Which is what he is planning on doing anyhow, but really only time can tell. 

So he nods once to Cenric, a curt movement. “I agree.” Then he’s gazing to Nyra as she politely apologizes. He offers a smile to the pale woman as his own apology for having to correct her in front of their company, but sometimes it just has to happen. Though it seems they have moderately accepted the apology, it seems the female Déorwine seems indifferent about it. To which Donovan can’t really blame her. 

“It seems that way.” He hums back regarding Célnes’ comment about being on edge. “I’d hope so. You seem like an interesting lot. Perhaps we could go on a hunt together sometime.” He offers casually and his golden orbs flick to Cenric as well.