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Cian tamped down his excitement upon hearing Nyra's hopeful words, knowing well her input here was vital to any role he might have in this group. Not to mention his life. He didn't want to appear too eager though. He wasn't about to raise any suspicion as to his true intentions. Of course Nyra's suggestion was swiftly followed by a heavy threat, one that did leave Cian wondering how he truly intended to go about this plan of befriending and using the Saints. If he could get them to trust him, to let their guard down, he could put their power to good use. 

The midnight black female was quick to agree, assuring Cian that should he make a wrong move the Grandmaster would not only have his right hand's support, but also that of the entire pack. Glancing from Nyra, to her, and then to the alpha, Cian locked away this information to be dealt with later. First, he had to get through this inital meeting alive. 

After a moment, the Grandmaster relaxed, a chuckle even resonating from his chest. His words caused Cian to relax as well, if only slightly. After all, he was still currently at the mercy of these three, and as the larger male went on that fact became all too real. Just as quickly as he'd relaxed, the other male turned serious again, the look in his eyes akin to a gathering thunderstorm. His threat, though backed by that of Nyra and Whrist, carried with it the finality of a leader. Cian would not soon forget it. 

"Thank you," he said, looking up at Kynareth. "I'll make sure you don't regret your decision."