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Cry kept up with his scouting, wandering from land to land, simply learning of the vast body of Teekon. He had taken to finishing his usual goals which included noting game trails, learning who lived where, the various dwellings of the packs, where most prey tended to go, and who and who not to trust to hunt with you.

As of now, the ebony youth desired rest, his travels long and far over the course of a sngle pair of days. He had passed the general vicinity of the sea, long behind him, at this point, as he headed inward to the land. The dashing assassin followed the feel of softer ground, a hint of where the next watersource would lay, as the majority of vegitation increased. Nature itself directed him to the stream, though what it had left out was the company it bore.

Cry watched from a distance, his wintery irises staying on the prone form as he got his information from the senses that allowed him. Sight told him of this grizzled male being experienced in whatever gave him that mass of a scar upon the unfavored leg, tossed form under the body like a runt child. Scent told him this male was just that- a male, and without getting closer, Cry could not discern whether the brute was in touch with a pack or not.

Usually he didn't attempt to get involved with company, but he was thirsty, and he would not deny sating the urge in spite of his loathe for conversation. He could tolerate it, but only when it wasn't a waste of his time, which he found most things to be. The shadow prince came close to the hefty reclined man, nodding a greeting to him as he too bent down for a drink.