Jade Fern Grove Dizzy, Spinning Endlessly

Cry wasn't in any predicament to pul rank on this wolf, as he was not near pack lands yet. He was appreciative of the display, but he rather seesomething more...substantial. Something that held weight to it. Such as him not getting on his nerves. All was well for now, but Cry kept himself distanced, watching and waiting for anything that suggested he wasn't as friendly as that dashing little smile made it seem him to be. The ominous prince did have a habit of erasing smiles.

Meanwhile he lowered himself to his haunches, giving a gentle but near imperceptible tap of his tail to the flank of the white fae, giving her permission for her to go enjoy herself to a degree with her little...friend.
Regardless of decision, he would keep the wintery gems on the pair until the meet was over.