Whitebark Stream Fate's Calling (Leila, Slade, Cry)

Leila yawned, flopping over in a semi-something within the den she and Cry had shared, as she wasn't too comfortable withsleeping alone. The paw that usually accidentally brushed upon Cry's spine when she did that however, fell to barren floor, and immediately she was up. What now? Well it was nighttime, and he did usually patrol, well -always- patrol at this time, but deep in her chest, Leila felt something was off. His scent was fainter, which meant he had been gone longer. Why had he started his duty early today?

Standing, the angel shook herself clear of debris, momentarily thinking of how the other friend she had made was doing. Redmoon, the handsome and brave wolf she had been exploring with, someone she had to bandage and make well before Cry had caught her hunting for him unexpectedly,  and brought her back home. She hadn't told him where she was, and he hadn't asked, which for some reason relieved her? She couldn't tell if her relief was in having an 90% belief that her treatments worked on Red, or whether she was relieved that Cry hadn't asked her who she had been with.

LEaving the den, she walked a few miles until she saw someone in the moonlight of the borders...a familiar frame, and one she had seriously missed. She increased her walk, turning into a brisk trot as she neared the scene with a beaming wolf smile. But a voice that she knew well had interupted her arrival, and she froze where she was.
Cry? Where was here? And what was he doing here?