Moonspear Every time we have no control

Gonna go ahead and start the next round now. Anyone else who didn’t get the opportunity to pop in last round is free to jump in whenever!

Kynareth’s not surprised when dozens of wolves come from the mountain slope like ants surrounding a crumb of food on hot concrete. Or maybe it’d be more fitting to compare them to a pride of lions and their soon to be prey? Whichever. Anywho, Kynareth stands politely awaiting the pack leader to announce themselves. He doesn’t know what this Hydra looks like besides that she has dark midnight fur. Which seems to be at least 90% of wolves showing their places here right now.

They’re all silent, or at least most of them are. So he awaits to be spoken to before actually taking it upon himself to speak. Until someone does speak to him. One he doesn’t know of course. A tall male of average, but athletic build. A coat of dark greys and black with beautiful green eyes. 

Kynareth offers a light smile and a curt nod of his head to him, confirming the other male’s guess that he’s yearning to meet their alpha. Still, he stays moderately quiet until a few familiar faces show. The ones they met in the Strath. Then the agouti male he remembers. He’s definitely one of higher leadership. Though he does eye the female the comes along side him. Not invasively so, but he does suspect she might be important due to the fact she is with Dirge. Who can be sure though?

So as Dirge speaks and asks him how he’s settled the image of Aya’s horrid execution that comes to his sick mind almost makes him laugh. Of course he doesn’t. Rather at the site of him, he dips his upper half slightly into a respectful type of bow to Dirge and the two he brings with him. Then offers a casual smile to him and another curt nod. “Not bad, thank you for asking.” He says. “I hoped I could meet your other half. Though I’m unsure of which one she might be, never had the fortune to meet her until now.” Though his gaze does move from the male to Hydra herself before flicking back to him. He quircks a brow, his easy smile still remaining. “Would I be wrong to assume you could be Hydra, ma’am?” He asks the strong woman beside him then. His voice not in any way cocky, it borders on businessy if anything. He knows his place here.