Hideaway Strath Whatever You’re Thinking About

He can see the electric lust swirling within the icy depths of her eyes. Kyn feeds into it horribly, locking his own canary ones on hers. Only then does she purr the first words she said to him on their first hunt together. At that, Kyn smiles devilishly, a pleased hum falling from his lips as he rubs against her. Then he would parrot his own words he remembers saying that night. 

“I’m honored, darling. Let the hunt begin.” 

With that he would brush against her as carry in their hunt at a leisurely pace. Weaving in and out of the forest as his nose stays firmly to the ground in search of prey. 

Only some time later, Kyn finally spots a line deer — the female type. He would alert Whrist with a soft brush of his head against hers and begin stalking towards it. Then, when they get close enough he would sprint to catch his kill, teeth on display and ready to slash and maim.