Broken Antler Fen Go ahead and cry, little girl

Just after Kynareth maps out a few optional details of what could be a grand deal, another appears. Though he hadn’t missed the mischievous glint that flitted through Teya’s eyes just before this stranger appears. He wonder what she was going to say. He too let’s an interested spark light golden orbs before he turns his attention to their new company that introduces himself as Eljay. 

The man has soft features, splotches of freckles that line his cheeks. A pelt of ashen grays that drape down his back into midnight, but lighten like ice around his underside he notes.

So as Teya looks over and introduces Kynareth to her friend herself he flicks his ears towards him and smiles, it’s casual and polite, Kynareth’s being a good boy right now. 

“Eljay, nice to meet you.” He hums quickly after Teya speaks. 

He doesn’t have much time to pay attention to the male before Teya speaks to him once more. He honed in on her voice and his smile remains softly on his features, ready to combat whatever she has to say with a reply. The words that come and her cocky attitude makes his smile grow. 

What else you have, Kynareth?

He’s already got his thoughts lined up. He was prepared for that, so he begins with a tilt of his head. “I respect your council, feel free to discuss my offer amongst yourselves before making it official.” He answers formally. He knows how it works with multiple leaders and deciding the welfare of the packs needs. 

“Though, yes, you may not start a war, but it could always come to you.” He points out softly as if he knows exactly what he’s talking about. And it’s because he does. He can’t even think about how many times his old Saints rolled up to an innocent pack’s door just for shits and gigs. She wouldn’t know that though. 

“Our alliance doesn’t have to solely be based off protection in exchange for information. We could trade as well. I have many medics, if you ever find yourself in a lack of them, we could assist one another that way. Or perhaps have our medics trade supplies, some medicines are harder to come by in your parts but might be plentiful in mine — or visa versa.” 

Kynareth’s been through this dance over and over and it shows through his calm but efficient way of speech and problem solving. He’s not playing around this time tying to irritate her with his abundance of smirks or taunts, he’s straight to business. He wants information and he won’t go back on his word as long as he gets it. 

“I have no quarrel with your pack, it would be beneficial to take advantage of an alliance on both sides. After all, as long as we’re not enemies, why not be allies?” He hums the last sentence with a smirk that makes him look both devious and handsome.