Hideaway Strath IV

She stared at him curiously for a few moments. When she was about to ask him for more information, they were annoyingly interrupted. It seemed nothing could happen around here without the involvement of the entire pack. Nyra arrived first, pulling a pointed glare from Simmik that was gone as quickly as it was offered. Nyra—always showing up to annoy her. Then the black woman who Simmik refused to call by anything other than bitch—the one who had insinuated with complete acceptance that Simmik might be here to rear pups against her will; the idea disgusted her, even if she knew it was the farthest thing from the truth. Bitch earned a glare from her as well.  She was also interested in why this man wandered near to their territory, but she had no plans of attacking him for it. Derg went unnoticed for now, especially as Kynareth arrived and settled in beside her. She could tell he was less than pleased to have more trouble on their borders, but she got the feeling this stranger had not come here to stir anything up. 

Then the stranger offered his name—Ego. And it all clicked into place; the familiarity, the draw she felt towards him—the stranger before her and the other Saints was her brother, the one she had not seen since they were children. But how was he here? Did he recognize her too?

They were questions that would remain unanswered for now; she needed to protect him. His words were reasonable, but she could hardly listen now. She could tell the wolves around her wanted to make him another macabre ornament on their borders, and there was no way she would allow that to happen. She wondered, then, about the reaches of her power there. The rest of the pack was not aware of the depth of her relationship with Kynareth—the declaration he made her. She knew she had to be careful how she wielded this power, though. She was still on Ky's side, but now she wanted to test how serious he had been when he told her he would do anything for her.

She ignored Whrist and Nyra, save for a watchful glance to each of them to ensure they had not moved closer to Ego. Stepping closer to Kynareth, she brushed lightly against him to get his attention. Then she lifted her gaze up to his, her expression shifting out of its stony mask to something softer she saved for him. Ego is my brother, Ky, she explained. Don't harm him. Anticipating what his next thoughts might be, she added: He can't have known I was here; we haven't seen each other since we were pups. In other words, he wasn't here to rescue her. Even if he was, she was starting to realize that there was a high probability that she wouldn't allow herself to be rescued.