Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

Kyn stands tall amongst the strath. He’s always been to prideful, but seeing his pack grow in size and strength makes his heart flutter. Especially with so many old faces showing once more. 

So there he stands alone, until Nyra is the first to appear, as she usually is. Her timing is always impeccable but her guess as to why he’s called this meeting is not. He only smirks deviously at her in return, offering a playful “Not quite.” to is all he gives. Intentionally meaning to make it mysterious just for her new surprise. 

Finally, more faces show. The next is Dove. With her elegant feathered pelt as white as the snow, unblemished. He smiles to her, his eyes brightening as he offers a nod. He never gets over seeing that skull frame her beautiful face like the worlds most fucked up crown. 
Next to show is Auriel, his smile carries onto her as well as she seems to await his highly anticipated words.
Then the hellhound. Kynareth’s eyes wander over his tall form and he holds a greeting in his eyes with a dip of his head.
A black form moves towards him then and he recognizes them as none other than Whrist. Her pitch black fur catches his eyes and he smirks when she brushes herself against him.

Only then does he answer her comment. An easy “Your guess is a bit closer.” He hums, entertainment obvious in his tone. He loves a good guessing game.

Incoming next is Derg. He seems excited to see Auriel and it makes him laugh softly at the sight of them two catching up. Then, Arlette. The scarred beauty is always just a step behind the agouti male. Kynareth tries his best to give her his most flirtatious wink as he looks between Derg, Auriel, and Arlette, eyes full of mirth. 

His eyes must deceive him, for he sees the wispy haired wolf-dog next. He’s smiling softly to her and even nods his head in a motion that universally means ‘come closer’. Until his eyes are catching on his wife. His lovely, lovely wife. Surprising him as she brushing against him and he catches her gleaming smile with his own before finally facing all of them.

“Saints!” He yells softly to get everyone’s attention, a wide, proud smile on his face. “I called you all here so we can celebrate and acknowledge Nyra’s coronation as our new Overseer — my equal.” His voice is filled with a delicious base, strong in tone and pride as he announces the woman’s promotion.

Then his eyes drift to Derg and he smiles at him. A friendly, almost loving gesture. “As well as Derg’s new position as General — lead of the Blades. He served me well as Overseer. Always vigilant and ready to lead, but now he has a different place. One just as important.”

Then he steps aside to glance at the two. “Congratulations.” He says to them both, finality in his voice.