Hideaway Strath To fight this thing until we've won

Kynareth loves the thrill of battle. Be it serious or a spar, he can find joy in both. Both still ignite his blood in a fiery way and make his heart pump his life force faster throughout his body. He can’t stop smiling. He and Nyra have been through much. Squabbled, argued, and actually fought one another multiple times, but each time everything always rights itself. He can’t help but get along with her. 

So when he feels her teeth bite at the loose skin and fur of his cheek, her diversion works. He tries to back up to keep himself in an easily defendable position. Squaring his shoulders and widening his stance he moves to snatch up the side of her throat. The looser, thick furred nape of her mouth feels good between his teeth and the second he catches a glimpse of those fiery eyes he wonders what she could be thinking. He doesn’t wonder much, only silently giving her his own look back mischievously.