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Kyn actually thinks he’s going to get some attitude from the other wolf when he ruins his hunt. Yet, he gets nothing such. Rather, the other turns towards him, gives him a healthy once more and greets him politely. This makes Kyn tilts his head in subtle surprise. 

The others voice graces his ears and Kyn’s own perk up and cup towards him. Yes, he knew that. He was hunting, but it’s the words that follow that make his easy going smile grow a bit larger. 

Care to join in on the adventure?

Actually, he’d absolutely love to. His curled tail wags softly at his hips and his smile contorts his face handsomely. “Oh? An invitation?” He purrs, moving closer to the other. “How could I say no?” 

After stopping only a fair two feet’s from the other the Grandmaster juts his chin up to him. “Kynareth Deagon, alpha of the Saints.” He introduces smoothly. “And who might you be, peaches?” The nickname rolls from his maw easily. Always so used to calling others odd, or even endearing names no matter his relationship with them.