Hideaway Strath my name means meadow but i'm no flower

Kynareth sighs as she turn even further away from him. His face is unamused, but not too obviously rude. Why does everyone have to be to sensitive? He wants to pull his fucking hair out and chew off his ears because of how easily wolves get so emotionally hurt around these parts. Or maybe Kynareth’s the weird one and he’s just insensitive about literally everything because his father taught him how to not be a pussy. Either way, he does value Leigh and doesn’t want to see her leave, but at the same time he knows that she must allow this experience to make her stronger. 

So he stands there, motionless as he stares holes through the back of her head. “Then do it.” He challenges, referencing her comment about communicating without words. He almost wants her to snap at him. Actually he does want her to snap at him. He wants her to try and fight him if she can so called communicate just as well without words.