Mudminnow River Walk slow through the fire

Leila sniffed out the trail that left the borders, following the scent of a member gone for a bit. She was nervous, as she knew Cry, her now adoptive brother, had recently been in a fight with the packmate, and too was still irked by "the fact that he still breathed", but Leila just couldn't find herself hating the wolf. Cry, despite his silent nature, had taken to talking to her, really talking to her, and she listened. He never shared himself with anyone, and she was too caring about the story to notice exactly how in depth and open he was to the fae. Only while tracking down the male did she actually ponder the phenomenon.

The mint eyed angel came from the opening of the Bypass, and upon a river. Something small, soft sounding, and gentle. It was there he sat, seeming to think about both everything and nothing at the same time. Timid but soft spoken, she while and black plumed wolfess asked,

"Hello...are you..Horosk?"