Arrow Lake everybody come hang

Kynareth watches the two, he smiles. What types of laws do they have? Oh, only the best. It almost makes him laugh. “We’re all business, short to the point. We don’t fuck around and these other packs get so hurt by some stern words.” He mock pouts as he briefly describes the packs, but quickly tights himself, prideful smirk in place. “We take what we want, it’s just a matter of how we go about doing it. It’s quite the experience.” He chuckles. “Don’t forget entertainment, we have plenty of that.” He hums with a quirk of his brows.

Then his face goes straight. “On a serious note, I usually do keep my word. If one, or both, of you’d like to find out. Free of charge, a tour of my pack.” He offers to them, a glint of gorgeous yellow eyes. A salesman trying his best.