«Plead Guilty to Live»

« @Cyn  Because promised»



Cry waited until nighttime to recircuit the border. As silent as his usual lifestyle, he handled the border. More of scent was passed down, and he moved on. More scent, kill that squirrel, cache, move on.  

He had silence to thank for the wandering thoughts on his mind. Who were the two wolves the pup named? Peeridot? Bulder? Names unheard of. He was determined not to get in anyone else's business, for secrecy was a massive piece of him, but who were these wolves to that unique pup? 

Cry had his suspicions. The child barely had the scent of the pack, yet there was something underneath it. Another whiff could only lean him closer to that thought. Who was this pup, and if it wasn't their own, why was it in the pack? 
His brain could only piece so many parts together without the help of the Alpha.