Cedar Sweep If it's true

Kynareth’s fairly entertained so far. The way she seems so shy and timid makes him only want to taunt her more. Though it seems she appreciates him being a bit more tame than he usually is. Oh, would she fret to see him when he’s being an actual asshole. Which with strangers, is quite often. It seems he has a weak spot for beautiful women though — lucky for her. 

His eyes even flock to her tail as she thanks him for the information gained on her sweet, little friend, Arlette. A less taunting smile graces his lips and he breathes out a soft laugh. Yet, when he’s humming and asking her his next question, she seems more on her toes once more. She seems prepared to flee, he has no doubt she’d be well out of his reach by the time he made it to her if he really wanted to get at her. She’s small, she looks light on her feet and the Grandmaster isn’t afraid to admit to his fee weaknesses. He’s horribly slow, relying on his strength instead. 

He can’t help but laugh again as she motions at him. He does need quite a bit more substance than a wolf of her size would. Yet he can’t help but notice how fragile her gram looks. He would almost call her underfed, while he’s quite obviously the opposite. Even a bit too thick at this point in his life.

So he hums thoughtfully again and cocks his head to her. “You’re not looking for a home, are you?” He asks then. “You can say no, I’m not going to kill you for it.” He teases then, not wanting to put her on the spot. He even moves to drop his haunches to the ground and sit against the tree trunk. Even then, if she’s so intimidated and skittish around him, the Saints might not be a place she’d be able to survive.