Hideaway Strath When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

The Grandmaster tilts his head curiously as she freezes in her spot when he speaks. His gaze wanders over her dark pelt appreciatively, simply taking in her sleek appearance. He’s shamelessly staring and he wonders if she’s alright for a moment when she stays still a bit longer. She seems frazzled, affected by something. He knows exactly what too and it has him smirking devilishly as he approaches her further.

She’s looking over her shoulder at him and he can see the look in her eyes and it says all he needs to know. He even follows the motion of a pink tongue peaking out to ghost over her whiskered lips. She’s taking him in it seems, he can tell she’s hungry for something and he knows exactly what. Who would he be to deny her? 

She finally speaks, waving her tail, and Kyn breathes in deeply. He feels chills rake over his pelt a d his grin only gets worse. His heavy steps move him closer and he’s gliding his body along hers and dipping his head to lap at her face.

“Oh? Need company, sweetheart?” He’s purring. “I think I know exactly what you need.”