Cedar Sweep i'm in a clique, but i want out

Kynareth’s only a ways behind Nyra, his nose stuck to the snow in order to find her. Yet like many times before, he finds her and her plus one.

The Grandmaster’s head is level with his shoulders as he approaches the two, a hawkish gaze moving up and down the strangers form. He’s shamelessly gawking at him and Kyn can’t help but smile. So many wolves getting lost or wandering too close to his Strath. It provides him entertainment at the very least.

He’d only caught a few of Nyra’s words and when he stops beside her he lifts his massive head up high. “I see we’re introducing ourselves.” He hums casually. “Kynareth, her equal.” It’s simple, he’s not in the mood for anything complicated.

Yet he can’t help but stalk forward a bit more. Only a step or two as he quirks a circular brow. “Who might you be?”