Firestone Hot Springs Tired mechanical heart beats till the song disappears.

Cry was rarely snuck up upon, so when Makaro came upon them, he initially thought this was Redmoon. A glance was turned in the direction of the voice and the assasin realized it was indeed not the redwolf. An average and rather insensible wolf would spring to their fours and snarl up a fury at the uninvited guest. Cry was everything but. Just as quick as he was open to the femme, his cold shell returned with haste.
Glacials froze everything they touched, and their ire only glistened with a light but fully intent sneer, portrayed only by voice.

"So you wasted your breath to tell us something that you don't have a clue about. Congrats, stupid, you won the 'brat' award."

It seemed this was the wolf Slade chose to Sire next, but apparently the old man truly was waning in his teaching, as this one was a wreck with disrespect. Cry didn't really take kindly to smartass youths. Especially if they hadn't had their teeth knocked from their mouths for telling someone who was older and more used to their own mentor, how to do their own job.