Lion Head Mesa How I’m gettin on

They’ll be waiting for you at the front.

Kyn’s almost startled by the sudden, not so sudden, appearance of the small, ghostly coyote. The brindled brute looks down to her from the line of his nose and instantly a smile blooms on a handsome but scarred face. A soft, deep, but lazy laugh slinks from his maw as he inches towards her with an interested but predatory gaze. Nothing malicious shows in his eyes, but perhaps it’s a different type of predatory instinct that drives him closer to the petit woman. 

“You must be the coy that Ramesses speaks of.” He intentionally ignores her offer to ‘take him to them’ for the moment. “Such a gem indeed.” He purrs.

Even her accent, which is strange one, attracts him. She’s just his type; small, pale, easy to break. But Kynareth’s much to generous — he has too many ‘types’.

He ceases his movement towards her and lifts his head some, all confident and powerful. “I’m Kynareth. Ramesses’ alpha. The leader of the one who leads you.” He hums easily. “You wouldn’t happen to be a part of their little group would you, Maggie?”