Cry did his patrolling as it seemed fit to be this freezing winter night. Snow fell from the unforgiving skies as he kept a patient walk around the silent woods. It was a gentle breeze that caressed the titan tonight, for once his array of issues seeming to bless him with their absence.  

He was a sleek piece of the woods themselves, a shadow detaching from brethren to be passed from one sibling to another as he walked slowly into the midnight. The moonlight tried to alert all where he passed...

but alas he was a phantom in this filling forest of his, bright glacials looking to settle on any intruders with immediacy.

'She's a wise one', Cry thought as his breath-taking orbs settled across the visitor who had caught his peripherals on the edge of the border. A wise one, indeed. When he hadn't formed Shadewood as far as he had now, Phex had been the only intruder they had as of breaching the woods. But he wasn't angry or anything at the piebald fae; the woods hadn't been claimed yet. But the instincts he felt grow in him, the repeated routine growing more and more firm in his mind, all of it combined to make the Phantom more territorial of the Woods. And thus his intense need to be ever-vigilant grew with it.

Striding up with silent ease from the just left of the location where the femalia had heard the sudden groan of a snow burdened branch, Cry had pulled himself seemingly from the Void, itself. A gentle curve of sound, much like a mixture between a hum and a greeting was issued from him as regarded the fellow blue-eyed one.

"Hello," he began, a light smile pulling his etheral face into a perspective of something a bit more friendly. "Welcome to Shadewood."

“Absolutely; though I can start with us not being too informative on the happenings within, as those who live here like their privacy a bit. We’re a rather tight knit family, miss.”

With a light laugh, he brought up the paradox of it all that made them so tight. “Even though none of us are in the slightest related.”

Chilling glacials met the azures of the fellow lupiness as he tried to be a bit more appealing in the topic. “It helps even the newest of souls to not be ostracized if they join. We’re a friendly group.”

If he had to go deeper than that, there was nothing much more he could offer to the fae. As they had claimed everything within the foresty jungle, everything behind the borders was now a secret to those who hadn’t visited before the pack attempted to settle there. 

But should the woman desire a family, freedom, then this place would herald wonders for her. 

“And I am Cry, the Watcher of the Keep.”

Cry nodded to Amaya, a subtle and wave of a name compared to his abrupt cull of one. It was almost childlike. And in a way, he wondered if behind it all, it had a meaning. 

“The pleasure is mine, miss Amaya.”

It seemed she didn’t realize much more than over half of the packs were related in some way or another. With litters being made all over, it was a complete blend of families, more than likely a blend of family into other families. They, however were the stragglers, related to  near none here. Or so he thought. He would have to speak to all of his members however if they planned to make families of their own. In fact, he would have to hold a meeting soon, just to lay law as to who and what was going to be going on regarding families and their own capabilities versus capacity.
Along with what to do should either of those delicate balances be tipped unfavorably. 

He did appreciate her opinion, however. It showed she was much more keen to be outspoken on how she felt, rather than falling into a basic rhythm. 

“Of course,” he agreed to her connection. “There’s no reason why wolves should claim a home, but the members of the home don’t claim them. It’s just a waste of time, and treason. All something like that does is harbor inequality, and Shadewood is anything but.” Everyone here, from the moment they started, would be considered Family. They all worked for the better of the pack, so why wouldn’t they? “However I will say, newly joining wolves who seek refuge are not granted the permission to mate with their partner if they have only just recently joined. It in encouraged to meet everyone, to know who your Family is so they too feel comfortable with you bringing in more mouths to feed.” It did make sense, as they weren’t just going to allow their capacity to run amuck. 

Should she be willing to join, he would readily bring her in and explain their ranking system, as well as what weight such ranks were expected or pull.

It went smoothly as Amaya confirmed they were in fact a friendly bunch. It was true - there was no point in fighting for ranks when it came to an entire pack. Hiarchy was menaingless; it was much more efficient to simply work together. 

“Absolutely. I’ll have Morgan show you where the community dens are set up.” A gentle wisp of his shoulder against hers solidified her being a member of their newfound home and gave her access beyond the border without question. “I would personally show you, but I have to meet whoever Colt spoke to me earlier about. Everyone here is friendly, though. So make yourself at home, miss Amaya. I can atleast give you a personal welcome.” He chuckled a bit before leading her to the umbrella-like underside path to the heart of the woods.