Wapun Meadow to hear the sounds of people x2

It had been too long since he had taken time to see what was happening in Teekon. It also had been too long since he had time to meet another wolf. So once he decided to finish up his meal, the ebonian licked his chops, promptly groomed himself, and made his trek as he did through the Wilds.

Cry hadn't been seen for about a year now, and the assassin had aged near nowhere. In youth he was solemn and silent, and it remained as such as he grew. If there was something he was missing, it was the dark prince being seen next to a body of water. He had primarily been a member of the Stavanger Bay, a pack that exclusively ruled the beach. But upon inspection, he had crossed a much different palat of scents as he returned from his forced time away from the pack. And the scents did not belong to his family.

So the void pelted wolf walked through the forest, crossing the different trails and searching for anyone,-  hell, at this point, anything that could take his mind away  from the past. He had gone from home to home, and watched every single one of them disintergrate. And with every passing, every paw pad making a silent step forward, the prince felt the conviction that it was somehow his fault for the packs dismemberment. He was loyal, but that was his problem. He was too loyal. And a loss of a pack was much more than a loss of blood, in his eyes.

Wintery gaze cut through the trees as he held bated breath; someone was near. Past the clearing, before him and just slightly on his left, icy stare locked with target precision to a moving object. It was a living being. And from the breeze that drifted towards him, it spoke of a lone soul.Him being downwind of the constricted flora and timbers, he could watch and not be seen, but what good would itdo if he got caught? How else would he find the state of Teekon if he had not eased his company into conversation? Cry already had begon plotting and planning his next moves before he even called for it, but that was simply how his mind worked. The future was always ahead, and to reign atop your competition, you needed to be on top of the future.

Careful, he made his way forward. Calm, but with some semblance of character. A gait that mimicked relaxed easily snaked into his swagger, and peacefully he entered the meadow, onyx hide ruffling too in the coming and leaving breezes. Making it to a respectable distance to the company, a brunette woman who was clearly enjoying herself. Cmpared to her, Cry was absolute darkness, as her body was made up up every soft brown eyes could possibly witness. It held shades of clay and the hearts of forests.

"Hello." He spoke the simple greeting, something open and easy to repsond to. How would she? Would she even respond? His brain fiddled with answers as he sought outcomes and expectations for all of them.

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