Hideaway Strath We drive on and we don't look back

Kynareth is at his den tending to his pups and hanging out with Simmik when he hears Nyra’s howl with his name on it. He gives all the pups a cute muzzle before brushing his massive head over Simmik’s with a light kiss to her muzzle saying that he should be right back. 

With that, he moves towards her. Muscles bunching and flexing beneath his brindled coat as he moves. Stopping before this white beast, he smiles to greet her.

“A spar I assume?” He purrs with a wiggle of his brows.

He likes that even after so long Nyra still calls upon him to spar. Their spars are always fun and he finds himself excited every time. Even despite having to be much gentler with her with her engorged belly. He doesn’t mind it, it’s still good practice.