Bearclaw Valley Blowing away the scenery around me

«Lawl, snail is just like 'Bruh...'»



Positive play time to exhaust energy built within the youth. A game of catch. Nothing like a classic. As Cry grinned and actually snicked the snail perfectly in his incissors, and tossed it back, he aimed for the ivorys own jaw, a slow enough speed to where no harm done, but quick enough to keep the youth on his toes. 

After he had tossed it, only then did the dark wolf reply. 

"I am Cry."
After the name, he gestured to himself with his thickly furred soft tail.  

The question was passed back to the child.

"Name?"