Kyrie spun the once-sword-now-club weapon around like an oversized spinner, he made sure to swing it above his head to avoid hitting his body or face by mistake. The wolf pack was startled by the sudden movement and strength of his home, bringing down trees with its "horns."
The entire pack climbed the mountain to see what happened. It was awkward but understandable given the circumstances. It also gave him a reason to talk with the pack leader about what was going to happen soon.
"I dislike social anxiety." As someone with social difficulties, speaking in a crowd about something that would make them vibrate and cheer with happiness was hard, too hard for his poor heart.
There are moments to fight and moments to retreat. Kyrie regarded the crowd as the latter. At least it gave him the chance to mark a reunion with the pack leader by sundown. It was exactly sundown now, and he had entered Sieghert's cave.
