Neverwinter Forest Water from your broken iris fell toward the floor

Kyn remains silent. He almost wants to offer to walk just so the two stop arguing. A humorous I’ll be outside when you’re finished, honey. wanting to sneak past his lips. He wants this god forsaken interaction to hurry up just he doesn’t have to stare at the scowling faces of the pack before him. Yet, his pride tells him to stand tall beside her; to not relent to Mal’s desire for Kynareth to fuck off somewhere else. 

Truly he does contemplate for a moment while Simmik pleads for her friend to allow her a chance to explain. It’s borderline painful to stay silent while they go in circles and the brindle male wants to roll his eyes. He doesn’t of course.

Diligently making his final decision, he only sighs quietly and shifts his weight impatiently. Eyes flicking to the two before him. Ears forward and listening intently he shakes his pelt of the snow that’s gathered on it and continues on. He won’t be moving anytime soon. Though, if they continue arguing Donovan will probably take the hint and wait on the outside of the territory just for his and Simmik’s sake. This is taking too long.