That Crazy Old Hag

Cry studied the situation unfolding before him, and connected dots as  clarity shown through. This Alphess was on their grounds, while healing some sort of hurt, and Leo, the dun child, was intertwined in the affair, also on their land. 
Scarlet was trying to turn BearClaw Valley into a hospital for souls that didn't even belong . 

Cry had not been here for a long time, but he knew the ivory hellion was crossing lines she never should have, with the Alpha. 
And it was obvious he was nearly pushing her on the other side of the border, with the encroaching hideaway. 

Scarlett pleaded with the Alpha, her words sounding to Cry like those of a caught pup. It was when his voice changed, that the silent shadow knew how far below the albino had dug herself. 
Raziel took on a voice nearly identical to that of a Nightmares, the pack of unchallenged murderers that his uncle had led. Slade had used that voice when Cry had chosen to not kill his mother. After his uncle had finished, Cry had to go to the river, and wash her blood and gore from his stained pelt.

While Raziel was arguing with Scarlett, Cry swiftly and intensely focused his winter stare on the violet irises of the Alphess, the frozen sight nearly willing for her to catch his eye contact. As Raziel  chewed her out on her futile endeavours, Cry tapped his left paw, the one hidden from Raziel's view, on the soft loam three times, and drew an S. As the Alpha spoke on protecting their own, Cry drew the Shadowmark for Safe(a circle within a triangle) around the S, while keeping unwavering eye contact with the older female, and unfaltering peripheral on the upset Alpha. The moment he got to consequences, the shadow let the picture have another fleeting second of survival, before he smoothly and imperceptibly erased the picture he had undetectably had drawn. As his Alpha returned his unforgiving stare to the Alphess and demanded her stor, Cry kept his immobility, his glacial gems never having left her, and his face as always, unreadable.