Cedar Sweep If it's true

EEEEEE thank you so much for the kudos! :’> I love Oryx too she’s a little SWEETIE!!

He awaits eagerly for her answer to his most generous question. The Grandmaster is a merciful god despite what most seem to think. He doesn’t matter how useless one might think they are, Kynareth knows he can find use in every single one of them. That’s how his father gained such a strong and loyal following. Taking in the ones that don’t belong and making them feel like they belong. His pack now is full of wayward souls. He wouldn’t want it any other way. His enemies, the other packs who see him as a warlord are not wrong to see him that way, after all, he doesn’t show his soft side to those who wish ill will on him. With them, he is merciless. Though with stranded souls such as the woman before him, he sees massive potential in. He’s sure she’s good at something. If she isn’t, he’d help her become good at something.

So when she speaks next the Saint’s smile creeps back onto his face. She even gives him a name. Which he greedily tucks into his mind, he wouldn’t forget it. His smile isn’t taunting though, it’s prideful and confident. “You are now, but you won’t be for long if you decide to stay.” He offers evenly. “Kynareth Deagon of the Abbey, dear.” He offers his own name back as well as his title. “Alpha of the Saints of the Dying Light. It’s nice to finally make your acquaintance, ma’am.” At those words a sly smirk comes to his face snd he’s dipping his head in a low, charming bow. He finally cocks a brow at her. “So? Tell me what you want and you shall receive.” He wants to know if she wants to test the waters with his pack. If so, he’d gladly accept her. If not, he would accept her denial just as easy. Who is he to try and change her mind of it’s not something she wants. He’s not her dad, he can’t make her do anything.