Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

Yikes sorry for this one lads

He grinned to the strangely coloured she-wolf.
Her joy at being back was evident. He had no doubt she would let herself slip again.
"You're back safe and sound now," he smiled. He could feel Arlette step away. But the air thickened.
He glanced towards her, questioning why she was on edge, but was soon drawn back into his conversation.

"Simmik," he answered her question before Kynareth spoke about their promotions and whatnot. Derg smiled back to the Grandmaster, a wave of his tail and a tilt upwards of his chin.
They all knew the pressures of leadership...and how he clearly wasn't like Kynareth. But Nyra...she was his equal. Where Derg was the counterweight, Nyra was the wind to the fire.
He too tipped his head back to howl, a strong symphony to show their power. The Saint's power.
Once over, he turned back to Auriel.

"They have a strange relationship. I'd advise against questioning it," a soft smile, one to soften his warning.
Simmik was a force to be reckoned with he knew that, and Kynareth wasn't one to be questioned about his playtoys.
It was easier just to accept it.