Hideaway Strath malachite

He listens to Ramesses’ proposal. He’s not entirely against it and he trusts both him and Satsu. Perhaps it’s naive of him, but he does. After all, he’s always been soft on his pack until they give him a reason not to be. But they’re moving the pack soon. He contemplates internally until Nyra looks towards him. He shares a glance with Nyra, her eyes narrowed. Her words come out harsh and his brows furrow a tad.

“Hold on, Nyra.” He hums easily before taking the reigns. He looks at Ramesses then, allowing a pause to fill the air. “I trust you both to come back to us.” He says tersely. “But we are about to move back to Redsand Canyon for the war.” He informs. “If I let you two leave, you must check in with me in two weeks back at Redsand.” He tries to bargain, but his voice is serious. “Or I will assume you dead or missing and come look for you myself. And, trust me, I’ll leave no rock unturned.”

He moves on quickly though, still expecting answers for his previous requirements. “And specifically what skills do you two plan to put to use?” He wonders softly, sun kissed orbs eyeing him down with hardly concealed interest.