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

"Oh yes, you're going to want something like weight if trying to impress Slade, but then again, if he took in Cry, he can't be too harsh on you. Not everybody can be a Mackenzie. Some are just better at it buff than others. Show him how good you are at destroying coyotes, and he might have you do favors for him." She send a jesting bump of her slim shoulder to his broad one, ivory fur to that of russet reds, and giggled at the light joke, an unintentional reminder of how much they had gone through together, already. If Slade wasn't to be impressed by how well he handled himself, then she sure was. And if need be, she wouldn't hesitate to run away with Redmoon on any other adventures he thought about having.

Her ears turned forward as Cry gave them a new directive though, and her minty gaze fell to the new direction. "On it!" she called up to her brother.

Cry was great at navigating, as he was really efficient when it came to finsding the best routes and meeting the best terrain to cross in the most minimal of times. The trip she had taken with him should have taken months, but with him, it only took a week, at most. she trusted him with navigating them, no matter where they went.