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AW, but mainly for @Zachary


He continued his patrol of the forrest, already more than capable of noting over half of the stranger quirks of the Wood's secrets. His circuit hadn't dared stop until he deemed it worthwhile to part from the path to chase down a hare that was foolish enough to sprout from the cover it had away from his observant eyes. Immediately he was on the burst of movement with a gait that one could attribute his lean and athletic form to. Cry was an assassin; all he knew how to do properly was kill things.

Through a jangle of twists he ran this fattened hare down a path further down through the woods where he knew his observant partner in crime awaited. @Kai, forever vigilant and ready for teamwork was possibly on the rabbit as it passed her launchpoint where he knew she had hidden herself earlier.

His half-pants were rewarded as he caught a second to rest and resume his circuits while Kai more than likely got herself a well deserving meal. Passing by the fringes of the river parting the Two Isle hill, he scoured the surface for any fish who might have been unlucky enough to dwell on the surface for their own potential meals, but it seemed they were wiser than the hare. Returning back to his trek across the ends of Shadewood's border, he searched for more things to stir up and herd into Kai's waiting traps, ebony coat a silhouette against the growing level of dusk that grew on the cloudy sky.
Thanks for starting! <3

His roving heart carried him Westward, along the coast where the ground turned to sand and opened to an expanse just as daunting, and no less dangerous than the desert, but oh, so different than the russet heat of the South. Even after running along the ocean for the past seven days, Zac still found his gaze tracking outward in awe. How could there even be so much water in one place at once! As far as the horizon stretched, and farther still, the ocean pulsed with a life he didn't wish to meddle with, and he still couldn't see the end of it, even when he strained his neck and squinted. In the sky above, seabirds circled with the mighty clouds, which only moments ago had sung with the colours of the stormy sun, and now sank in similar hue to the darkness of the night.

Rain was coming. The desert dweller breathed and exhaled, and struggled to look away, even as he turned inward toward the mainland, where he hoped to find better shelter for the night. He could not see the stars - the brooding storm blocked their light from sight - but even looking outward to the shadowed woods, he marvelled at what a place this Northern land was! So different from the red-touched stones of the Canyon... and often he caught himself thinking of the boys, surmising how one or the other would like this thing or that, and just... wondering how they were doing - how Gideon was doing.

Zac paused along the riverside where the stream dipped to a shallow, and reached out a paw to test the waters. The boys of the Canyon were in more than capable hands; he'd made sure of that before he'd left. They were where they needed to be, and so was he - and with that being that, Zac sunk into the chilly water and sloshed his way across.
The phantom guardian heard much more than the river's usual current, and he saw in the distance an individual coming across the river in the direction of the woods. Of course he was a protective wolf by nature, but he couldn't immediately indulge into such until he had the numbers of which to protect. Maybe this was yet another one of the prophesized ones Gwen spoke of? Another soul seeking respite?

Trotting up the few meters it took to meet this woodland coated wolf, Cry couldn't tell yet if they were male or female. So on the bank of where they were crossing, he sat and waited for them to make it accross. He was alert, not hostile, and posed patiently. Hopefully a dark wolf with the gaze of winter's ire wouldn't scare off this wolf. To assist in such, he murmured a greeting, only loud enough for when the wolf got closer. "Hello."