Hideaway Strath held him down, broke his neck

Donovan stands tall but not intimidatingly so, not even in a prideful way. More in a type of casual way, shifting his weight from side or side occasionally. “Please, call me Kynareth — Donovan is my middle name.” He hums the lie easily enough for one with little information on the half-breed to actually know, but continues on anyway. “That’s good to hear.” Is his next comment referencing the man’s brother. “But yes, we only just moved in and plan on making this our home for the winter. I’m still unsure of whether or not we’ll go back when the land thaws.” A careless shrug then as he closes the space between the two — a comfortable couple meters or so away — only to be surprised when another appears. 

This one is slightly different, but of the same chocolate browns and earthly tints of the Cenric. They vaguely look alike, is a thought that passes through his mind as his eyes flick between the two. Still he spares no expense, offering an easy smile to her as well. “You do. Nice to meet you. Name’s Kynareth; one of two alphas of the Saints.” He introduces with a curt nod in her direction. He’s in a good mood today, so might as well be polite with his old acquaintance and his company.