Hideaway Strath Danger at every turn

He wandered closer to Kynareth, giving him a shoulder bump.
Watching Nyra as the brindle male spoke.

"You're such a control freak, dear, Nyra is our most loyal."
He smirked at them both, drifting away from Kynareth again.
"You did well Nyra, I'm glad you returned unharmed."

He could see the apprehension. The fear even. Kynareth was scary, but Derg wasn't scared of him.
He'd faced worse.
Did she not want to tell Kynareth of her dreams? He thought the pair were close, but it seemed that may not be the case. How curious.
"I'll continue my border patrol," he grinned, leaving the two to converse some more in private. He'd saved Nyra's story, though she was a little obvious. Oh well, he'd stick around close for long enough to make sure she wasn't going to be an ornament like that butchered specimin.

Derg trotted off along the border, his thoughts drifting to Arlette.