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The brindled giant regards her carefully within the next few precious seconds. Her answer — something he actively seeks with his gaze, is more important to him than she would know.

Loyalty. It’s what makes a pack — a family. Loyalty to ones brethren makes a man, but also breaks a man. Or in this case, a woman. For in the time of old for his life previous pack of Saints, loyalty meant everything. If one did not have loyalty, they had death instead. Though Kynareth is much more lax than his father, Mehrunes, had been with the pack, loyalty still means just as much. 

So when she nods her pretty little head and admits that loyalty is, in fact, important — a much more satisfied look overcomes the Saint.

Good. He thinks maliciously, with only a hint of regret for putting her on the spot like that. His mind supplies him with the thoughts of the two who had betrayed him. Along with Sasha — the one, his previous love, who had successfully gotten his entire pack slaughtered in cold blood.

“It is.” Is all he says calmly. Never betraying his darker thoughts. “If you are loyal to me, then I am to you.” He mentions subconsciously, without even thinking. Because it’s true. He cares about nothing but his pack. Anyone else could burn in a fire. 

“You know,” He begins with a chuckle. “when Nyra first joined, we had an alliance with the very pack we’re going to war with.” His eyes are trained to the horizon as they walk, only occasionally flicking towards Satsu. “She ragdolled one of their pups because he attacked her knowing she was an ally. They wanted me to bring them her head to keep the alliance.” It’s then his eyes meet her own. “I declined the offer. I would kill for my pack. So I expect the same in return. Within reason of course.” He ends softly.