Alpine Lake sans

Kynareth’s ears swivel atop his crown as a howl echoes off the rocky crimson of the canyon walls. Golden orbs dancing along the horizon he is quick to meet their company. Moving into a steady gallop, the Grandmaster makes his way towards the beckon of a stranger.

Upon arrival, Nyra comes into view first. The blade already in conversation with her. Slowing to a languid walk, he pads over to the two a casually interested smile planted on his handsome face. “Oh, we have company.” He hums uselessly as he takes in the stranger before him. Awaiting the male to answer Nyra’s questions. Meeting those vibrant purple hues that instantly remind him of Astara’s for no particular reason.