Hideaway Strath l. o. v. e.

His the smaller russet wolf is trying to put distance between himself and the others, perhaps the Grandmaster is included in that, Kyn hasn’t noticed. Perhaps he’s a bit dim witted, but he can usually notice small details if he pays enough attention to them. With Patroclus, it’s not awfully hard to notice his absence, for Kynareth doesn’t always want to be away from him for so long. He rather enjoys his company. He’s a fiery, young soul. Handsome and quite funny as well, never seems to be dull around him. So, Kynareth is shamelessly attracted to him.

It shows in the way his eyes trail down the line of Patroclus’ body so carefully, in an almost heated fashion. Oh, he always craves the other man, but he cannot always act upon it. Right now for instance, he’s gotten in trouble for boning Whrist and Simmik has grounded him. For a moment Kyn wonders if she meant men too, but he decides to not want to attract her fiery ire from trying to think outside the box too much. 

Still, a smile comes to Kyn’s lips as he sees, and hears, his friend’s tail thump against the ground. He speaks in such an attractive type of way that Kyn can’t help but be more intrigued. Watching as his Patroclus’ lashes flutter against his cheeks and he gazes up to his alpha. Kyn feels his body heating up at such a simple gesture and he can’t help but let a loose, easy series of smooth chuckles escape his lips. Along with a much too intrigued hum that shows his suggestive interest in the smaller male.

“The sun has been a bit shy, don’t you think, your Highness?” He purrs, dropping his head a bit more to teasingly muzzle at his jaw and neck. 

He allows his massive body to plop down right where he was. Large paws cradle Patro’s head and one even rests on his chest. The smaller’s head would be resting right between his large limbs and just beside a wide, muscled chest. Kyn’s own tail betrays his happiness and excitement as it swishes back and forth on his hips. Oh, he loves teasing him.