King Elk Forest The wind

The other regards him with a terse tone and Kyn acts as if he’s been punished. His own ears fall and he has a look of faux hurt about him. That tantalizing smile still remains though. 

“So touchy, darling.” He comments back in a hum as if his feelings have been hurt. “And perhaps I’m doing the same. What is your fate? If I may ask.” 

His question comes out genuinely inquisitive. He seems quite enraptured by Crowfeather’s cold aura and terse words. Nothing seems to bother him no matter how he’s insulted or spoken to. It truly takes a lot for the Grandmaster to get riled up.