Shadewood Tell me I'm inside your head.

The phantom guardian heard much more than the river's usual current, and he saw in the distance an individual coming across the river in the direction of the woods. Of course he was a protective wolf by nature, but he couldn't immediately indulge into such until he had the numbers of which to protect. Maybe this was yet another one of the prophesized ones Gwen spoke of? Another soul seeking respite?

Trotting up the few meters it took to meet this woodland coated wolf, Cry couldn't tell yet if they were male or female. So on the bank of where they were crossing, he sat and waited for them to make it accross. He was alert, not hostile, and posed patiently. Hopefully a dark wolf with the gaze of winter's ire wouldn't scare off this wolf. To assist in such, he murmured a greeting, only loud enough for when the wolf got closer. "Hello."