Hideaway Strath in your crypt

His stands still as he awaits the alpha’s reply and it’s one that satisfies him more than he expects. It’s a fair one of possible promise, but really he doesn’t count anything as a victory until he seems it through to the end. This is one of those situations. 

So at Dirge’s words Kynareth offers a curt nod of acknowledgment back. “I agree. Safe travels.” He hums easily, eyeing the trip down as they leave. 

He turns to Nyra then, good connecting with gold as she suggests marking their borders. It’s a good idea and something all the wolves in the pack should be doing right now. “I’m sure she would.” He answers with a smile on the subject of Dove finding herself a new place to hideaway with all her herbs and odd skulls. “Though a full pack meeting isn’t necessary. Everyone knows their place and duty to make this territory ours. I will call a meeting here within the next couple of days, until then do as you think best, dear.” He comments to her casually with a lax shrug. 

If Nyra’s inquiry is answered to her satisfaction he would give a soft tilt of his head to those still wandering the area and he would make his way to the borders to do just that.