Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

Kyn decides that a smile looks quite lovely on that beautiful face of hers. He doesn’t say it out loud, but the way he stares could probably say it all. 

Though when they speak, it’s clear they have his full attention. Eyes meeting theirs with hardly concealed interest as they mention being a former bounty hunter. A deviously handsome smirk blooms then, in good humor of course. Hearing this news pleases him. They’re a seasoned warrior then — all the better. He loves a strong woman that doesn’t take any shit and kick ass for a start.

She continues sharing things about herself, informing him what type of dog she’s mixed with. This makes the Grandmaster tilt his head.

“Oh? I’ve never heard of that.” He admits with a pinch of guilt. He’s surprised he hasn’t. “Which is surprising considering my old pack of about thirty were all dogs or dog-wolf mixes.” Then he makes a show of taking in her appearance with another playful smirk. “It’s a grand mix it seems. You’re quite the stunner.” He offers the flirty compliment casually. 

Onto other things than Kyn shamelessly flirting with this unsuspecting she-wolf. “And you say your a warrior then? Even better. The whole package really.” Well, it comes out flirty still, but genuine interest for the trade shows in his canary colored orbs.