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

Cry's eyes landed on the water-smoothed tops of the rocks, but Redmoon was first to act upon the sight. Cry wasn't irritated not in the slightest. If anything, he appreciated the red wolf being the test subject for their crossover. After the red wolf physically affirmed the security of the stone's pathway, Cry motioned to Leila.

"Go ahead. I'll cover you."

He kept behind her as she made her way across, tail held erect as he kept his body from plunging into the frigid rush of waters. After the two came cleanly across, Cry once again took point as he took them th the light and more closer part of the hopeful end of the journey. Big Salmon Lake was a gentle thing, and they had nothing to worry about as far as the waters. But only if it were that simple.
Nothing in life came free.

Just as Cry neared the edge of the gentle stream, he noticed plenty og fish scales littering the grasses, recent, wet, and sticking to th underside of his paws. The assassin looked down at the sight, but upon lowering his head for investigation, a musk hit him that he had tried to avoid for years.
Bear.
And they had been here quite recently.