Hideaway Strath As I walk through the valley,

Kyn is lazing about today. His large form spread out on the snow as he simply watches the clouds move overhead past the canopy of trees. Yet, something — a howl — cuts through the silence. It’s Nyra’s, her voice sings to bring him closer. 

Not even thinking about it, he stands swiftly and moves to meet her. His paws moving diligently to find her. When he does he’s trotting up with an easy smile on his maw. Moving closer to brush himself against her with an inquisitive glance. 

“You called, darling?” He asks smoothly, moving in to lick the shell of her ear teasingly.