Big Salmon Lake with a pocket of high

He was gathering food for Leila, as he knew well how busy she was attending to her, well, whatever he was after the bear fight. Cry was irritated he had frozen up the way he did at the sight of the ursine that day, but it was best not to beat himself up over it. Repeatedly dowing yourself over mistakes only hampered your future.
The dark assassin was keeping an easy gait past the fringes of forest, carrying a partridge in the gentle vice of a sure maw. Frosty glacials scanned the perimeter of the forest, and though he weren't guarding anything immediate considering they owned none of this vicinity, he still kept guard. It was out of habit.

His gaze landed on the shape of a tawny hued wolf, skittering through and along the folded borders of the lake. Considering the smei-pack was on relative attent for their numbers, Cry figured it would be more oppertune to be nice than the usual coarse demeanor he was so accustomed to being. Trotting up to the seaching temporary neighbor, the partially sociopathic male greeted her abruptly after dropping the hearty carcass.

"Hello."