Hideaway Strath Let's get down to business,

Kynareth’s on patrol near the mouth of the Strath. His paws thump against the ground as he trots, spreading his scent around their borders to ward away stranger wolves. 

When Nyra’s howl rings out and bounces off the mountainous walls his ears swivel atop his head. She’s got his name on her lips and he wastes no time moving to answer his Harbinger’s call. 

Moving quickly throughout the territory, he trots up to her with a curt nod. “Nyra.” He greets. “You called?”