Shadewood All I need is one

It seemed the woods had tricked him; as she dried off and neared, the gloss of water retreated, revealing this one to be brown, tan in some areas, those the majority seemed to still be waterlogged. Meeting her gaze, he watched the submission settle before a puppyish jubilance bled back into her. Nothing too energetic, but friendly, and unimposing. She seemed nice enough. Though with youth cane ignorance.

Glacials settled across the jewels of the fae before him, her own matching almost perfectly with the waters she had just unsheathed  herself from. 

Dulcet tones crisp rips with a yearlings pitch ran over his auds as he listened and mused over her inquiry. He didn’t have a soft spot anywhere in his heart besides the crevice he gave Gwen and Kai respite in. Even Tula had a ledge which to rest. But this child reminded him of innocence. A child who hadn’t had much wrong cross their path. However, it was too soon for the assassin to make such a judgement. 

Onyx lips responded, his tone calm and baritone reflecting his age in sharp contrast with hers. Despite the bass, his murmur was only loud enough for the girl before him.

”I’m Cry. I’m also the one who plans to take this forest as home.” He chose not to mention how many he had, let alone who they were, but had this child passed his investigation cleanly, she might be given an offer few lone wolves refused. It was clear this place was paradise - but was she going to be given solace in Shadewood? 

“Who are you. And where do you come from.”  It was emotionless, direct, and clearly he wasn’t planning to let her roam through the woods unannounced and unintroduced.