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

Leila didn't know whether it was Slade's teaching to Cry of how to use a silver tongue, or whether Redmoon figured himself his decision, but she was pretty astounded he needed as little conviction as what he got. She was raised differently than cry, being taught how to care to the wounded and how gentle a girl should be period, but she was also taught how to talk her way in and out of things in order to get what she wanted. It was clear to her atleast, how skillfully Cry wove such words, ensnared, and pulled Red into the abyss, as what stranger goes to meet some exiled wolf in the middle of the night, and form bond with them? Cry was good. Leila would have to talk to him about that. But what if Redmoon had wanted to go anyway?

Too many questions to think about, as she too turned and too graceful leaps after Cry, taking Beta position as she knew well where she was going. She fell back a little though, simply because she wanted to run with Redmoon, and lightly she bumped hips with him, a grateful smile on her maw as she took to his side.