Noctisardor Bypass I keep trying to let you go

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They don’t wait horribly long. It’s not something that bothers the Saint anyhow, but someone comes eventually. Said wolf steps up to them with a silent grace despite his large form. He’s scarred like himself, he’s seen battle then. His fur is dark, but not completely black. So as Kyn eyes him down, not in any type of malicious way, he finally looks to his eyes with wavering. The brutes own stance is confident, but not disrespectfully so. Kyn would greet him neutrally with a dip of his head. 

“Evening.” He says deeply. “I am Kynareth and this is Nyra. Alphas of a pack known as the Saints. We come wondering if we could ask a question or two about another pack that used to live nearby.” He says it professionally, but with casual undertones.