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

Anyone who has eyes can tell that this agile creature is very, very fearful of the two mountainous wolves before him. The anxious licking of lips as Nyra neared him, the bristling of fur, the slanting of ears and the averse of his beautiful gaze. Kynareth’s smiles down to him, allowing coingold eyes to dance over his form shamelessly. A careless attraction to his good hearted and pure aesthetic is obvious in his eyes. Yet, of course he decides not to act too drastically on it.

Though then finally he offers his name and he listens to Nyra’s voice in his ears as well. First he flicks his gaze to Nyra then back to Sundance, not immediately answering her. 

“Even cuter.” He hums teasingly as he too moves in to sniff him. Padding further to his side, his wet nose grazes the soft pale fur of his shoulder and scruff. “Yeah, the pack north in the Sunspire. Seelie Court, led by the most beautiful Lumiya.” He chuckles with a huff of breath after he’s done sniffing him. Backing up graciously and allowing the other to breathe he looks down to Sundance. “Why’re you here, peaches?” Comes a his own curious inquiry. “We’ll be nice as long as you are.” He adds in an almost comforting voice even though his smirk is still living happily on his face.