Hideaway Strath brazier

Kynareth’s nose catches one of their newest members scents. Ramesses is his name, the one that stumbled into their home drugged out of his mind, spouting nonsense about gods and such. The thought makes the brindled man laugh as he moves to trail his scent. 

Eventually the man finds him meandering about one of their caches and he grins. Trotting up to him he greets the other with a curt nod and a “Hungry, peaches?” Moving to slot himself beside him. “How about we go hunt ourselves a fresh kill?” He offers despite this unknown knowledge that Ramesses doesn’t want to expend effort to hunt unless he needs to. The hunt excites Kyn and he’d go on one every day if he needed to.