Hideaway Strath So pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones

Kyn’s gaze moves from the hare he’d been nibbling on. A howl echoes throughout the territory with his name on it, from the familiar sound of Nyra’s voice. Of course Kynareth would answer. He always does. So he moves up from his place and begins a steady gallop to meet her. 

Once he arrives he takes in her form. It’s been a while since they’ve had a good, carefree sparing session and he decides that he misses it. So with a smile to his handsome face, he approaches her. Dipping the crown of his head against her cheek in a soft greeting he steps back to look at her then. 

“An what did you need this fine day, beautiful?” He shamelessly purrs in his usual flirty way.