Broken Antler Fen Go ahead and cry, little girl

kynareth was direct, offering an alliance between their packs. she enjoyed this about him as well, the charming and brusque way in which he outlined the full offerings of his saints in exchange for them laundering secrets through their familial little pack.
she stared at his body, and would have stepped forward with another salacious comment, had not eljay appeared. she gave him an answering grin, the openness of her body signalling that she was comfortable with the brindled warrior.
"kynareth is leader of the saints, over mountains," she gestured, giving her attention to the caretaker with a bit more formality than she often used. "he offers warriors if we tell him what other packs do when he is not around."
he was direct. others might believe his offer suspicious.
"in brecheliant we have council," she granted kynareth with a teasing lilt. he would not have an answer today unless wraen and ibis were consulted, or unless the man beside her made a decision. maia's choice. perhaps eljay might see how she stood taller, how the curve of her hips more accentuated. "but brecheliant not start wars." 
teya had given herself gladly and freely, but when it came to her land, she was protective.
moreso over ibis — but she did not add this.
"what else you have, kynareth?"
testing, touching tongue to the edge of her lips. 
he was a man who enjoyed being pleased, but more than that, he enjoyed the capture and the taking.
what assurance did she have that brecheliant would not be that once he had finished playing with them?