Hideaway Strath oh rabbit

Kynareth listens and he listens, allowing her to have her moment on the golden pedestal so really get out her ‘Fuck you, Donovan’. Everything she says is something he’s heard before in one way or another. Whether it was from his past when he was still in charge of his old pack, or in more recent times with his new pack. Either way, he’s unimpressed. The only thing that even sticks out to him in her speech is the part where she said she might have cared for him.

At that, he’s about to speak when he sees the swift form of Simmik appear before his side. Asking no questions, she bares her teeth to the dark pelaged woman. It causes him to smirk, then he’s watching carefully as Nyra joins as well. 

Only then does he speak. “Darling, your words cannot hurt me like you’re hoping they can. You deem me a child yet you are here arguing with me like one. There’s no point in arguing. You are always welcome here unless you’ve done me wrong.” 

His body language is confident, his voice righteous yet soft. “I cannot make you stay with us. I do want you here, no matter what you might think. You don’t have to kill like the rest of us. You don’t have to change for me or the pack, but you will understand the way things go in the Saints. Killing is how we work. We are territorial and aggressive to defend what is ours, to not let anyone walk all over us. We do whatever the fuck we want. We can get whatever we want, either through killing or playing the good boy in order to achieve it. That’s how it goes here, dear.”