Kyrie moved his head to stare at the only one who was absent from the "feast", a botched feast in hindsight. The person in question stuck to the wall like a certain arachnid hero, even if he had no leverage to place his feet on.
A shit-eating grin on his face, and a smell that was a mix of death and a hound. "Hello, Cain. May I know of your absence from our reunion?" Contrary to Spencer and James, Kyrie smelled Cain perfectly, down to the beating of his heart and the synapses of his brain.
He was like an open book without a secret before his eyes. No doubt it was the authority of the Wolf Prince, the Authority of the Beast King at play. However, Cain widened his smile, as if he could feel Kyrie's senses appraising his very essence and self.
