Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

”Haunted Woods” he gently corrected the fae, emerging from the thick growth of underbrush in the ominous forest. That was the name of the forest of which they stood. 

Cry had heard her voice, and luckily in  woods, sounds bounced around quicker than scents. He was capable of latching onto the voice of the youth, and being here to assist should she need it.

He wouldn't question the tan bird on it’s route to either remain or leave; it was a bird, and held both the sky as domain. The more life in woods, the better. But Cry would prefer the bird come with them to their own sect of woods, rather than these unsettling timbres; the tan bird looked horribly out of place, here. “Come with us,” the guardian offered. “We’re going to a safe place.”

Looking towards Kai, he ensured she wasn’t hurt before watching the fauna for it's next move.