Neverwinter Forest Water from your broken iris fell toward the floor

Their trio there was fairly uneventful. Besides Simmik’s pretty language when she would occasionally snap at him. It made the trip more fun if anything. Kynareth only brushes off her cutting remarks with either a polite nod or a small smile. Knows that truly the pale wolf doesn’t mean what she says. 

Yet, besides his desire carry on conversation with Simmik, the journey was long and cold. Now he finds himself on a much more precarious situation. At his enemies doorstep. Though Kynareth doesn’t really consider the packs in the surrounding area dire enemies, he knows their ire towards him and what he’s done. Accompanied by the assumption that he kidnapped her. That doesn’t make anything better even though he technically did.

He doesn’t let any useless thoughts cloud his mind as he feels a touch to his jaw. A howl follows beautifully right after. The Grandmaster smiles. The action devious and rich with sick pleasure. Simmik is his now and he’s excited to soak in the reactions of her old pack members. 

Though as soon as anyone arrived, Kynareth would be seen valiantly standing beside Simmik. Massive head held comfortably high, hawkish gold eyes following each and every one of their movement. The desire to smirk pulls at his lips maliciously, he can’t help it. He would stay stoic and silent, his love’s shadow — her guardian.