Hideaway Strath IV

Kynareth’s paws take him ever closer to Simmik’s scent. He won’t lie when he says he’s a bit worried. The scent drifting closer and closer to the edge of their borders, trying to keep the thought of her escaping to them back forth his mind he trudges on in order to find her. 

Upon arrival, he visibly sighs; she’s still here, but she’s speaks to some odd stranger. Another one. Too many wolves have been visiting their borders and whatever happiness he felt is washed away. A scowl coming to his face as he notices he’s late to the party. A few others standing beside her as they question him. 

Sidling up to stop beside Simmik he stays silent. They’ve already asked the questions, so now he waits for an answer. One can probably see the sour expression that makes up his handsome face, he’s not happy about all the wanderers.