Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

Kynareth is a beast to say the least. The way he walks, the way he presents himself. How he acts and how he lives — he breathes and speaks the desire for death and power. It will never cease, or won’t until he ceases to exist anyhow. He’d been a patrol with @Nyra, the white giant becoming quite the companion even though they have seriously fought each other multiple times. Going as far as to cause serious injuries to one another. He’s beginning to like her. So in turn, he desire her company. To test her perhaps — to watch her.

So they even go as far as Cedar Sweep just outside their doorway. Greedily marking this area even though it truly is too big for a pack their size to handle. Donovan is a horribly greedy man and he couldn’t give a rats ass. The pair makes their way to the nearby waterfall Kyn finds himself seeking out much more recently. A pair of scents meet his nose and he is instantly smiling. His eyes flicking over to Nyra with a mysterious glint. 

“You smell that?” He asks then. “‘Cause I fucking do. Let’s go.” Then he’s quickening his pace into a brisk walk.

Though when he gets closer his eyes are met with two wolves and suddenly his eyes lock onto the white form of the other. Of course, he knew that scent was familiar. It’s Simmik and some other female he doesn’t know, presumably one from her pack as well. While, yes he is momentarily stunned, he doesn’t stop. He returns to his easy gait and would now be in full view for the two before him.

“Oh, dear.” He hums loud enough for the others to hear him. “What a present.” Then he smiles, at first it’s a soft one, meant for Simmik of course. Then it hardens and turns maliciously mysterious. Why are they so close to his territory? Is his only thought. “What brings you two beautiful she wolves down here so far from your lovely forest?” He asks horribly smooth. Handsome face contorting around his light smile. Golden orbs watch them both. He’s almost terrified for Simmik’s reaction.