Even Kieran had to let out a chuckle as the dog barked his little reply. It made him a little sad that dogs seemed to be wary of him, now. He'd always wanted to get a dog, but it just didn't work. Not when they were constantly on edge around him.
She wasn't the only one looking. Kieran was taking in the sight of the young woman that he hadn't seen in nearly a decade. She'd grown up a lot, and she looked damn good, even with the scars across her throat. It was easy for him to look past them, though, considering he knew the story behind how they got there. They'd healed well, for werewolf scars. He knew how finickey thouse tended to be. He stopped running his hand over his arm when he caught her looking at him, though. While the tattoo did a fairly good job at hiding the scars, at least from a distance, it wasn't perfect. It was why he was almost always in long sleeves.
Raising a brow as she offered for him to run with them, Kieran pondered it for a second. "That'd be great, actually. Maybe you can let me in on the best trails, or where to avoid. I'm still finding my way around."