Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

Kynareth’s momentarily obvious to his pack mates concern. He doesn’t shake her for long, feeling the fight leave her, the fight also leaves him. Exhaustion and pain setting in instead. Yeah, she got him good. No broken bones thankfully, for the kick hit the meat of his shoulder, he’d definitely bruise. Probably would be walking by funny for a few days too. 

I’m the back of his mind he hears Nyra congratulate the team and he lifts his bloody maw away front he deer to do so as well. “Yeah. Good job guys.” He hums looking to each of them with a lightly pained smile to his face. 

He nods to them and wastes no time digging in. Going for the soft belly and tipping it open to get to the richest meat. Pulling up and chewing, he stares at them with a cheek full of food. He’s feeling friendly now. His mood completely changing from earlier and he nods to Nyra and Locke. Practically saying fuck that come eat. Before fuggin in once more. There wasn’t many of them anyhow.