Shadewood His hair's on fire and his heart is burning

The larger lupine actively took the invite, which relieved Cry, as he knew he wouldn't be able to eat the fawn by himself entirely. The brute neared and gave him tribute after taking in the shadow prince's identity, and the guardian lightly touched the flank of the company with a stroke of his tail in acknowledgement.

The assassin made a note to give the massive brute more meat in which to feed, where Cry would mainly just dine on the internal delicacies. Whatever was left, if large enough for her, he would personally carry back to the territory and offer to Gwen. He hadn't known if she had gone hunting as of recently, and through previous event that had occured previously, he was concerned on her emotional state. Whether he was right by it or not, he cared little of. He would look out for her, just as he was meant to.

Within the warm and tender corpse an obsidian muzzle dwelled, ripping and tearing within the meal, hounding the innards with a soon satisfied belly. Cry pulled back, licking his chops and grooming what he could from his face, warm tongue spreading less blood and more clean wherever it tediously was sent to.

Afterward, he sat upon muscled haunches, awaiting his counterpart to finish his portion of the tender meal, awaiting the monocrested pewter and stone wolf.