Hideaway Strath blueblood

Kyn doesn’t leave Teya waiting for too long. Rather, the muted excitement he feels prickle his spine at the sound of her voice singing his name has him in quite the rush. 

So he moves to the borders but his blood almost runs cold at who he sees first. Nyra. Instantly his mind moves back to the time the giant shewolf caught him after mingling with Teya herself. He remembers the scuffle they had and the new marks that mare his handsome face. Then…then the even newer and nes Simmik bestowed upon him too. 

Either way, he doesn’t let his surprise show. After all, he’s also doing business with Teya and her pack — and no, not all of it is Kyn being a sneaky pervert and sticking his snout up Teya’s skirt. 

So as he approaches he moves with an easy going saunter, pulling up to the side of the two females. A smile shapes his scared face. When Teya looks upon him this day, she’d be sure to notice how fucked up his face is now. Cursed with the punishment of both Simmik and Nyra, along with the victory of his sacrifice. 

“Now, now, Nyra.” He purrs in a tutting way. “This is Teya, leader of Brechliant. A pack on the other side of the mountains. She’s here on business, no?” He hums looking over to the aforementioned woman. He offers a secretively seductive glint in his eyes along with a wink that Nyra wouldn’t be able to see due to the way he turns his face. He also awaits her answer.