Moonspear Every time we have no control

This shadow...it was an issue.
It stalked to them with dark looks in her dark cloak with dark thoughts.
Hyrda was trouble.
He knew he was being watched. On all sides.
They were so confident if their skills they didn't usher their young away.
The Saints were an example.

Hydra slunk around Kynareth. No words.
His tail flicked, hairs raising and the beginnings of a soft growl caressed his vocals.
He held Jarlio's lingering eye.
He didn't jump when teeth clicked and Kynareth lurched forward. He merely turned his gaze.
Then turned it back to her family. If they had any honour, they would not react like Ursus.
If so...they were suitably fucked.

An ear still listened behind. He didn't like this one bit. He wanted to leave - run - but Kynareth started chatting his shit. Gods above.