Hideaway Strath oh rabbit

Kynareth listens to nothing in fact. The silence between then stretching horribly, yet he doesn’t mind it. Only watches her as she takes an indifferent bite of her freshly caught rabbit. Then she’s talking once more and he’s smiling instantly at her harsh words. A hierarchy of where she is compared to him, it makes him laugh. He’s not at angered by it, only intrigued with a harsh, teasing interest.

“That’s a matter of opinion, my dear.” He hums indifferently to her, silky smooth, a condescending smirk accompanied it. He references her mentioning that she is above him. “Believe what you will, it makes no difference to me.” He points out to the dark pelaged woman conversationally. As if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“I have no problem with your absence as long as you did not betray me. Though, if you think you or your pack could have killed me back then, you are horribly mistaken. Perhaps you could’ve bested Sasha, but not me. I’m impressed by your confidence though, darling.” He says with a sweet arrogance to his strong voice, as if he knew he was right and unwilling to part from the idea. If Leigh — or Ambrosia — wanted to fight caustically, he’s more than prepared to do so.