Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

Majesty. the russet man hums pleasantly. It has Kynareth’s maw opening up into a broad laugh. Louder than his usual breathy chuckles, a booming noise that reverberates his chest and has him stumbling in the deep snow.

It’s quick to die out as he sends another rumbling tease out. “It’s got a nice ring to it, huh?” 

He’s following quickly behind and urging himself from his slower gallop into a short sprint. His head bows dangerously and a sly smirk imprints on his face. “I think it even —“ He moves to the opposite side a bit, just before he attempts to headbut the others side to send him sprawling. Not horribly hard, but just enough to get the job done. His smart mouth never ceases to stop talking even during battle, finishing with “— suits you.” and a shallow grunt on impact. If he’s lucky enough to impact that is.

If he’s successful he would be seen playfully stalking toward his downed pack mate in hopes of taking their play fight to the mat.