Hideaway Strath Tell me something that I’ll forget

Kynareth’s prideful look and devious gleam in his eyes shows what he’s thinking. He watches as, one by one, his packmates roll in. Even some of the newcomers. He watches and makes eye contact with each individual that shows themselves to him. Even Hemlocke, which Kyn knows by now that he doesn’t share his love for the sun, he finds him in the shadows. He smirks pridefully at his pack and finally with a final inhale he prepares to speak.

“Saints,” He begins strongly, that handsome smile of his never faltering. “our numbers continue to grow and we’ve become powerful. You all play a part in this pack and I value you for that. Now, it’s time for us to expand further. Nyra will be branching off to expand our rein over these lands with a sister pack we will be calling the Archangles.” He takes turns looking at all of them before continuing. “She will be taking three of us with her to get it started. From then on, those who go with her are expected to attempt to gather new recruits.” 

He looks to Nyra then, seeing if she wants to add anything onto that. Hoping the packs reactions are positive about the expansion of their fucked up little family.