Shadewood All I need is one

Though it would be a bit too soon to say how many they had, as she had just been inducted, Cry decided against his skeptical judgement. Crisply he tallied off his meager but modest ‘pack’.  “There’s myself, a female who will rule with me who goes by Gwen, and Kai, along with another female she’s rescued.” He gave the wolfdog the credit, as the speckled fae was who saved the dark girl’s life, not him. The stocky girl would prove swift to be a potent healer, a nurse to those cane to Shadewood’s capable border. And eternally, he was grateful for the silent child.

”We are also on slight peaceful terms with a bear,” He casually mentioned, but specified a bit more with “well, not really terms, just more of ‘okay, you exist here, I’ll exist over here”.

A chuckle left him, but inside he cringed at having a bear be their ally; he was still traumatized by the terrible event in his youth where he was mauled by a bear. That cross board of scars across his shoulders and back didn’t fade and neither would his perceptions of ursine folk. “And now, there’s you,” he returned to the conversation with a bit of recognition to the jubilant soul beside him, a twinkle in his frosty eyes. “So that makes us what, five strong?” He didn’t count the bear. Though it would take time to accept terms with the bear, it would take even LONGER to consider it a packmate.