Hideaway Strath Danger at every turn

He smiles lightly at the lick she offers him as an acceptance to his apology. Then listens to her with heavy interest. After, he can’t help but laugh. It’s an effortless noise with close to no real emotion in it. 

“Well, in my old pack we didn’t have too much betrayal until fucking Sasha. When I started this new pack, my first Overseer was a brown mottled woman by the name of Nemisis.” He says her name with sustain and hatred, his smile nonexistent on his handsome face. “I found her one night concocting a poison to kill me with.” Then where his eyes were averted from Nyra’s for a moment he meets her own. “I killed her that night. Called the pack to watch as I ripped her pretty little head off her shoulders.” He smiles then, it’s sick and caustic. “Now our most beautiful medic @Dove wears her skull as a cute little hat.” He says referencing the pale woman and the skull she always adorns herself in. It would probably make all too much sense to Nyra now.