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

Kyn regards this stranger, raking his eyes over his form. “Mm.” He hums in contemplation. He finds this man’s humor refreshing. Everyone is always so serious and he’s quick to tired of it.

A swish of his curled tail and a smile that stalks on his lips has him looking quite mischievous, especially at Nyra’s words. “Yes, we are.” He huffs out a low laugh. “Don’t want you going in blind though, peaches.” The Grandmaster hums, moving closer to him, but not to intimidate. Rather the opposite. His tail wags in a moderately friendly way and his head is lowered comfortably.

“We’re a very territorial pack. We kill. We kill for each other and any who wrong us. We’re not weak like the other packs here, we do what we must. But once you’ve become one of us, you’ll quickly find out that your pack mates will die for you. If you understand that, then you’re welcome to join the hunt. If not, then we will allow you safe passage away from our lands.” Then his canines gleam into a smirk. “Only this once though.” He sings with a wink.