Fox's Glade Life is a journey and only you hold the key

(May I? :3)


Cry needed to familiarize himself with the land, and that included venturing to other chunks of it. He had already completed the eastern front's defense, as it's walls were a bit shallow, but a few rubs across splayed trees was all it took. So he took off, keeping an eye out for any other possible ration-enhancements, wolves, and terrain differences.

His goal was to be the est he could possibly be, as he always aimed for, while keeping an eye on things. Mulling over the list, he ticked off 3 then 4 different jobs he had tackled within the limited time of his residence, while trotting on throughout the land. He was well out of the borderline now, and while it wasn't mandatory to remain in it, especially if on a hunt, as long as he didn't wander into already charted territory of other wolves, he should be fine.

The dark prince had come to notice how different the neck of woods he was in now were, as he felt a completely different ambiance. The forest gave a different vibe than that of the home's, and he couldn't put a claw on the variation. But soon he felt the softened soil around his coal shaded pads, and the shadow made his deduction of a nearby water source. Cry confirmed it, not only coming to be within view of the stream, but seeing someone drinking from it. A very large someone.

Cry wasn't thirsty, but he felt a bit less open about making his presence known, so he sat, waiting the stranger to finish his drink. He could engage the stranger in a conversation, but he watched the mass of a wolf from distanced length. He did not move for the conversation, as he chose not to take that option. Just as he was capable of starting the conversation, he was not one to enjoy talking.

Icy glacials kept on the wolf, awaiting the next motion of the lupine from the shadows.