Noctisardor Bypass Have a seat in the foyer, take a number

He didn't nod his appreciation to the russet, instead keeping stoic on the ordeal. Need he give some sort of signal to show he was listening, thankful, admiring the dutiful works of this wolf beside him? Of course not. But it didn't help with the depression of the tension.

More words were sent rather than exchanged, and Cry passed an upturned cache that somene hadn't bothered to replace the top of. Seconds passed as he took a moment to stop and fix the revealed food source, scooping dirt back across the softly aging hunks of rabbit and boar piglet remains. He fell back in stride with the superior.

"It's fine," he replied. "Not many to keep an eye over, or so it seems."

It could just be that he was purposefully sticking to the fringes of the territory, keeping an unblinking eye for trespassers, or some wolves that could be potential fodder- recruits. He meant recruits.
Gracing the left of the company with a cool gaze, Cry returned a question with a question.

"Anything I should know about this place?"