Hideaway Strath let us be gone

Kynareth’s also pleased by the lowering of his head. It shows obedience, the respect his rank deserves. Yet truly, with his pack he is rather lax. He’s much more casual than what he is showing this newcomer now. Preferring that his pack mates respect him, but are also comfortable enough with him to speak their true mind. He refuses to lead with fear in regards to his own. When it comes to outsiders, it’s a whole other story. 

So he hums in easy contemplation. His eyelids relaxed over his scrutinizing gaze onto the other male. Considering Nyra’s words he chuckles. “That will not be necessary.” An intentionally dramatic pause. “For now.” 

He’s moving to the side after intentionally brushing past the smaller male. “You’re welcome within our ranks.” His face becomes dangerous then, a death threat in his golden orbs. “If I find out you’re a spy, or are trying to gain an advantage for another pack I will hunt you down until I kill you. And that is if you’re able to escape.” His voice softens. “If not, then welcome to the hunt, my dear.” His deep voice rumbles out, a dangerous smile on his lips.