Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

Kynareth nods at Nyra’s first words about the past being the past. A mature and trusting wolf she is. Though he would never misconstrue that with weak or anything of the such. Nyra is not weak. Sometimes a bit rash, but that would get better with age and training. 

Though when she threatens him with death by her own fangs he smiles wickedly. His golden orbs sliding to meet her own. “Deal.” He says confidently. He’ll hold her to it too. Not that he thinks he’d do it again. For that is one of the few things he can’t see himself repeating any time soon.