Fox's Glade Life is a journey and only you hold the key

"No." he murdered the oppertunity before immediately chastising himself. He had to remember that niceness was appreciated more than honesty, in some occurrences. Smoothly, he recovered.

"Unless you have a taste for venison."

Cry knew most lonewolves would be incapable of taking down large meals by themselves for the most part, but with Cry's speed and manuverability paired with this lupine's fully capable size and power, he was sure if he could slow the doe down enough the giant counterpart would be able to lock down a pair of jaws somewhere fatal.

Patiently Cry awaited the response to his offer, winter gems locked onto the golds that oddly resembled those of his uncle. He considered relinquishing the rest of the hunt information, but held the secrets close. If this wolf was willing, then he would. A bit cruel if the wolf was starving, but that meant the company would be all the more willing, would it not?