Hideaway Strath Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame.

The grandmaster had been padding down the bank of the river he’s become so obsessed with when he sees his Paladin. The pale woman has her sniffer to the ground and it seems like she’s on something. Kyn cannot help himself, so he follows her quietly for a bit, planning on giving her a good, playful scare. But what is this? An invader on their lands? A pretty one at that. 

And that quick, Donovan’s idea to pounce the woman has disappeared and replaced with his forever, undying curiosity. He comes closer and chuffs to let Nyra and the other know that he’s approaching. 

“My dear, Nyra. What have you found?” He asks in a voice of faux surprise. Even though the wounds she dealt him yesterday hurt, it doesn’t stop him from doing his Grandmasterly duties and patrolling his borders. Though he can’t help but laugh as it seems Nyra spoils the boy a bit. Surely his presence wouldn’t make it any better.

 “How cute.” He says then adds as his golden orbs slide predatorily over the smaller’s form. “Who are you?”