Hideaway Strath All the things that we might've done wrong

Kyn had been tending to the borders, something he has admittedly been slacking on since his pups have become little monsters. Helping Simmik as much as possible with them is his main goal, but he cannot forget his duties to the pack. So he takes a piss on this tree and that when he hears his names called within a beckoning howl. Nyra demands his attention it seems, he would not say no — never has. 

So he moves deftly until she’s within sight. He does to a comfortable saunter as he approaches and smiles to her with a nod of his head. “What is it, darling?” He asks, wondering what she’d want from him this time.