That Crazy Old Hag

Cry would understand the reasoning behind Raziels words, the ones spoken to the snow pelted fae. The reasoning also proved  how considerate the greyscale man was, and that alone was comforting to Cry. The shadow had aspired to Counsel, and the trade would have been fruitless if he would have had to counsel a stubborn and unreasonable leader. 

She was to be punished, and that punishment would go as far as he saw fit. Cry respected his judgement on the matter. The situation with the ebony elder was one he would also find himself visibly relaxing on. The Alpha decides to extend his grace to the woman, even allowing her to herbs for her healings. Along with a compliment, a rarity for the hard but loyal leader. 
She had no idea how far most would have to achieve to receive such. 

When Cry heard the offer, his stance remained ready, but less aggressive. The frosty topaz gaze had not dropped, but he took a breath to ease his muscles slowly into submission.