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

Cry smiled on the interior, though on the exterior, he had near grimaced. It hurt something in him to tell that story, and despite him being unable to out a claw on it, he was also relieved. Of what, he didn't know. But it was there; and it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"He lives in Phantom Hallow, and he'll most likely find us once we get in them, before we find him. He's lived in those wretched woods so long, he knows them like the back of his paw."

Flicking an unwanted tingle fron one of his ears, the chistled void walker nodded his agreement. Once nightime hours wereup, Slade would retreat back to his den. It was best they get to him, while they could.

"Let's go, then."

Off he turned, taking lead on a gallop, his agile limbs taking him to even darker forest, in a remarkable wolf gallop.