Big Salmon Lake with a pocket of high

Where she considered the game to be broken in him using more than anon based casuals, he figured she had broken first from the longer sentence. Seems as near as the two were personality wise, their thinking habits were a bit uncoordinated. She had quite the unique name, and it made him wonder exactly where this Nowhere and Everywhere was.

"It's going good. We're about 6 strong, as of this moment. Traveling across Teekon to the furthest west, and picking up any who want something more that just a place to bed."

As Slade described his plans, he had incorporated how deep Family values would be in the pack, and Cry was a bit more enthused than he would dare to admit to the massive black wolf. He wouldn't ever hear it from Cry, but Cry knew how he wouldn't leave this place. Slade always knew what Cry wanted, somehow.

"Interested?"

In no way was he trying to go back to the single worded jousting, but it was now a more comfortable way of ommunication within the assassin. He was just a man of few words.