Hideaway Strath When fire meets ice and chaos ensues

Kynareth’s doing just about the same as she, yet a bit more languidly paced. He’s in no rush, his cocky attitude he constantly carries an everyday thing. Especially as he dances around peeing on trees, marking their borders with the scent of an alpha — a man to be reckoned with. 

Until he hears a most familiar howl and his absentmindedly smirking. He knows who it belongs to and he’s quick to answer the call. Making his way to the Paladin he wonders what she wants.

Upon arrival, his smirk is already securely in place and his golden orbs dance along her face. “What could you want this time, Nyra?” He asks comically, the faux attitude along with the tilt of his head a tease.