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The brindle man watches her closely as he sits and asks his question. He takes enjoyment from the way she seems to relax just a bit more. His golden gaze is greedy as he peers over to her, filing away every reaction. She doesn’t answer him with her voice, instead she’s dropping her head in what seems like shame. At that his expression becomes pensive and he wonders why she seems so ashamed of it. Perhaps her past is haunting her. It’s a common enough thing that Kynareth doesn’t feel the need to ask. He’s sure she wouldn’t appreciate it anyhow. She only offers him a soft nod and he responds wordlessly back with a lazy nod of his own massive head.

“You are welcome within my ranks if you so wish.” He finally says. It’s not teasing or malicious in any way. It’s a simple offer. “Though, we are a quite aggressive pack, darling.” He decides to warn her. There’s no need to get her wrapped up in something she wouldn’t be able to handle. “We treat one another as family, but we are not kind to strangers.” Usually, he’s not kind to strangers. Unless he fancies them in some way. This one has caught his eye and his interest.