Hideaway Strath Machinery

Oh. Kynareth likes this one. So willing to spill blood. Borderline emotionless — robotic. Oh yes, she’d be dangerous. He wants her. He needs more who are more willing to tear apart another wolf without so much as a thought to if or should they do it. Not mindless, but willingly violent. He can see that she isn’t just a husk, there’s intelligence in that silvery gaze of hers. 

Yes. He needs her. 

“War.” Kynareth purrs with interest when Nyra looks his way to add something. “Oh, you’d definitely find a reason to fight here. We welcome you.” The brindled brute hums.

A confident aura is about him. He lifts his head, his lips spread into a grin. “You came just in time. We’re about to head into a war too.”

“Welcome to the hunt, darling. Make yourself at home.” He ends with that same sadistic excitement he always has when speaking of their upcoming war. He’s too glad to add another fellow fighter into their family of misfits.