Twisted Slough With a dare comes a promise.

Kai had no inkling of what Cry had been searching for - though her mind often wandered to the thought of home - when they started their journey yet she remained an inaudible compatriot, following his guidance as readily as their first encounter. 

Unpigmented, save for a streak of ocean, optics moved to the towering lupine as he spoke, a single nod being her response. The raven was a quiet man, thoughtful, she had come to learn - a relief to the feral girl whose ears were no longer accustomed to language - though when he did speak, it boded well to listen. Speckled, stained paws drew to a halt at Cry's side, curiosity glimmering in her gaze. It drifted once between the protector and hillside - a pile of rubble consistent of various shale. 

Was this home?

Cry's next question drew her attention from the slough, ears twitching attentively. The naiad smiled, tail picking up an energetic wag - in the privacy of their travels, with only the titan's wintry gaze to bear witness, she was beginning to regain some of her spunk - before extending a matted neck to nip his shoulder playfully. 

"H..Home," she beamed, indicating she was too excited now that they seemed so close. Eagerly, the sea wolf padded ahead to the slope of mud, beginning to work out how she might climb over it - ignoring the healing wounds littering her body.