Hideaway Strath blueblood

Teya, seemingly acting normal enough, albeit a bit shy seems content to wait on Nyra’s answer. Though, said answer is prolonged as he hears footsteps coming up to his right and an oh so sweet and familiar scent to catch his nose. Simmik. His ears shift and his head swivels in her direction, eyeing down her cold eyes and impartial expression. Fuck. He offers her a soft smile then, as to not seem suspicious. 

Though, just as he’s about to explain, Nyra takes the helm and now, his gaze is directed towards her. The Grandmaster even notices the sly glance she offers his wife and his eyes darken with a hardly veiled threat. Haven’t I suffered enough?  His eyes say back to his Overseer.

Surely, Teya would notice his fiery glare to the battle hardened war-maiden. He doesn’t allow himself to tense though and Simmik would not be able to see the way he threatens Nyra with golden orbs. For a moment his mouth is pulled straight, into a grim and deathly serious line. That is until he forces a smile then, as well as forcefully brightening his eyes as he glances at Teya and then to Simmik.

“Theirs is the pack I went to not long ago, my love.” He informs Simmik easily. “We’ve secured an alliance through easy terms. Teya here has agreed to turn a blind eye to most we do and patch us up if necessary. Since they have many experienced medics and are quite closer to Ursus than our own dwelling. In return, we do not involve them in our affairs as much as possible and we have a secure trading ally for our medics.”

When he finishes explaining his eyes are stuck to Simmik’s to gauge a reaction, whether it be good or bad, it doesn’t matter. He only looks away back to Teya to confirm what he’s said with a softly questioning glance that silently asks ‘did it get everything right?’. His expression leaves room for her to interject if she does not agree upon anything he said, or if she wants to discuss new terms as well.