Moonspear Every time we have no control

Kynareth doesn’t feel uncomfortable in the slightest. If shit goes down and he does here, then so be it. He has a feeling everything has the opportunity to be at least moderately alright. Everything’s riding on him and the leaders around him. It’s a tense situation but he doesn’t find himself worried, confident in his approach to the Queen of the Spear, but not disrespectfully so. He assumes she wouldn’t respect him if he begged for her alliance, be it temporary or ongoing, it didn’t matter. The same way he knows she wouldn’t step down from her throne to lower herself to that point. He hopes she knows that Donovan is the same way.

So, he allows her to circle him, hawkish gold slithering down her sleek form as she does so. He easily hides his attraction to her, knowing that if one of them caught him looking at her wrong shit might hit the fan. 

Craning his strong neck to watch her go behind him his lips almost start to curl. Then all in the same motion she’s halting, snapping, and a tick of pain blossoms from his dangly bits. The bite doesn’t really hurt as much as one would think. He assumes she’s trying to humiliate him before her pack, yet he hardly finds it humiliating. His pride is too inflated and his ego even more so. 

Instantly he’s jumping forward just a hair in surprise, eyes very briefly widening. Ears flicking back at her and he curls to look back at her with obvious surprise on his face. Yet, what will probably surprise her is the sly smile that he greets her with after the shock subsides.

They don’t know him as well as they think they do. He’s not like most wolves or dogs. He’s a completely different breed all on his own and it shows as his gaze meets hers expectantly. He absolutely loves it when powerful, beautiful women like her treat him like trash and it’s hardly a secret.

“Darling.” He exclaims cooly as if he’s shocked. He truly doesn’t quite know what to say to her. “You could’ve just asked.” He settles with. His voice unexpectedly calm with a light raising of his cream brows. 

He doesn’t even pay mind to the bristling wolf just a short distance away. He’s not about to attack her on her own doorstep surrounded by her whole pack. He’s stupid sometimes, but not that stupid.