Lion Head Mesa How I’m gettin on

The icy gazed ‘yote offers him some insight on just how she’d gotten there. It becomes clear that there’s more of them. This sparks even more interest from the tiger striped, bull of a wolf. 

He grins when it seems he’s captivated some, if not most of her attention. The madman is greedy for it after all. No matter who, he finds himself always attempting to gather the attention of whoever is present. And with a wave of the plume of her tail and a snarky, yet suggestive, comeback Kyn chuckles at her antics. He even has to admit that she’s quite cute, especially as she flashes her teeth to him. 

When her next question hits his auds he tilts his head, moving to step in beside her as if to tell her to lead the way.

“So that’s what you all call this little organization of yours.” He comments lazily. “And sure, why don’t you show me around, love.” It’s a purr paired with wandering eyes and mischievous smile. Kyn’s always been so transparent, but then again, why would he hide clear intentions of possibly getting into the snow furred coyote’s pants?