Black Morass i've been looking all over the place for a place for me

Kynareth hears the call at his borders. His eyes squinting at the nature of the whiney howl he wastes no times making himself known to the mystery of the presence.

Though upon arrival, he realizes that they are not part mystery now. He’s not necessarily angry, but his face rests in a light scowl even though he doesn’t quite realize it. Heavy paws thump on the ground as his massive forms approaches, seeing a smaller male of deep blacks. He’d heard him and Nyra speaking, even catching the tail end of some of her words. 

He moves in to greet them casually. “What’s going on here?” He asks first of all.