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

Cry chuckled, and though it may have been dry almost bordering sarcasm, it was still a pointed illustration that Neako had gotten some shard of humor from him. It didn't last long, but it existed once upon a today. The shadow prince only assumed the loner had perhaps had some as his solitude didn't offer much quarry in the world of olves, but then again, he wasn't one to talk. Though it may have been seen as arrogance from his end, Cry knew all too well how foul rats tasted. He was deep in the loner life, and even while he pledged loyalty to Ganador, he kept finsing himself leaving the lands to search...to search for what? What could provide him with anything other than what he needed in pack life? What exactly was the voided man needing?

Winter gems settled on the massive wolf who offered him point position in the hunt, and he fought the urge to nonchalantly shrug. After all, he did give the direction of where the quarry lay, but manners and practicality were oil and water, and if he were to be making an ally with this wolf, it would be best to not be...well...uncaring. So he simply nodded, and responded with "Very well."

They were well out of range for any scent markers to begin, so Cry filled the silence as they began their journey- something very uncharacteristic when it came to him. "Where do you hail, companion."