King Elk Forest And they all fall down

A war? She questions and Kynareth smiles mischievously, almost maliciously. “Yes, a war. With out old hardly allies Ursus. Merrick and his raven.” He hums easily.

Then as he enjoys the warmth of her embrace, she’s pulling back to gaze up to him with those beautiful eyes of hers. She admits that she is excited to see packmates and he understands with a deep nod. “Then we shall be off to the Strath, my dear.” He soothes her with a deep voice and a smirk. 

Offering one more lap of his to tongue across her muzzle he begins trotting, looking back at her expectantly to follow him. “It’s not so far.” He hopes it would ease her anxiety. “I will show you the ropes and gather food for us when we get there. Perhaps we can spend an hour or two together.” His attract baritone becomes hopeful and soft at the end as he looks upon her.