Hideaway Strath Super silence in the quiet

There’s blood in the water. The shark smells it and dutifully follows. Kynareth’ catches the scent in the passing wind, not immediately realizing its Simmik’s. The smell of blood overpowering her usual scent tenfold. He wonders who got fucked up this time. With mating season coming, he wouldn’t be surprised if all these women killed each other. 

Still, he continues onward to investigate further. His curiosity and worry for his pack mates getting the better of him. He’s sure a stern scolding to whoever inflicted the damage will come afterwards as well. So he follows it and expectantly it leads to what he knows is the healers den. He smells many scents and hears words being spoken. 

Arlette, Simmik, Vein. As he stalks towards the den, he sees the larger off white male leave. If Vein sees him, Kyn would offer a gracious nod and smile in greeting, but otherwise he would allow him to continue on whatever mission he is on. 

He wastes no time entering, his large form shadowing over the two women. He goes still, eyes scanning the two. Simmik in the water, her perfectly white fur stained red. He stiffens, brows furrowing and mouth moving into a pissed off frown. His claws tap tap tap on the rock below as he languidly moves closer. His presence is foreboding, dangerous as he settles his eyes over Simmik’s injuries. Stopping stock still before the two.

“What the fuck happened?” He asks gruffly. “Who did this?” Anger evident in his face. Not wanting to direct his ire towards Simmik or Arlette, he allows the question to hang in the air, expecting one of them to answer.