Hideaway Strath sarcophagus

Kynareth watches him closely, his gaze is casual but curious. The man does the same to him — regards him carefully. They are but strangers to one another, but soon would be no more the longer Ramesses held a spot in his pack. After all, Kynareth’s able to find a purpose for all who join. He takes in the strays and gives them one even if they believe they have the inability to be useful. 

Yet when this one speaks, much like Vein, he mentions gods. The Grandmaster finds everyone else’s views on their own individual gods interesting. He does not believe in one himself, but he likes to see how one differentiates from another. This case is no different and even for a moment he wonders if this pale man has odd blood rituals just like his medic. 

He doesn’t speak yet though, it seems the other has more to say. His face is almost deadpan; it holds dry humor, just about as much as his voice does when he speaks next. At his words Kynareth raises his head and allows a bout of boisterous laughter pass through. Their scribes? The teller of their tales? Where do they keep it and do they have one? The brute understands the joke and he cannot help but joke back.

“Well, the bones at our borders do, of course.” He chuckles back easily. 

The Grandmaster is easy to speak to once one gets used to his intimidating stature and alpha position. His humor is quick to surface and he’s not easily offended, even when blatant disrespect is presented to him. 

“They make nice decorations, do they not, sweetheart?” He hums proudly. Looking in the direction of the northern entrance as if picturing the bones in his mind. 

The remains of a bear, two coyotes, and that poor shewolf they gutted. He reminisces on the tales for a moment with a smile.

“I was about to add you to them before my Priestess suggested otherwise. You should thank her sometime.” He hums easily back. Despite the threat of his words, his voice is carefree and conversational. He says the words easily like he’s said them many times before. 

“Why did your Gods bring you here?” He blurts out then. Perhaps Ramesses is wondering the same thing, but it’s worth trying for.