Shadewood You've been fighting the memory all on your own

Cry felt atleast some of the tension leave his body, the bear looking at him with contempt. He had crossed a threshold which most wolves either thought nothing of, or chose not to consider. It was a dangerous one, but one he decided to risk for the benefit of his Family.

The bear had spoken something to him, a language flitting from thick and dark lips so lost on the Wolf that he couldn't understand it in the slightest. The Assassin thought it might have been too long for a simple 'thank you', so the pieces of puzzle eluded him. After his attempt for kinship however, the Phantom felt Kai draw near, and she rubbed against him in either gratitude, or understanding what his motives were of this situation. He couldn't read her mind, nor know what she intended, but the Guardian accepted the touch as it helped him remained grounded here, and now. She had no idea how important of a role she played here; maybe one day he would tell her.

Watching the gaze shift in the emeralds of the massive Black Bear, Cry kept himself immobile until the beast went on it's way, taking the offering with that lingering respect. He had done it; or atleast he bore them some time until some terrible conflict insued. But in the animal world, food was life, and to offer your food to another was you issuing your desire for them to live. Would the bear see it as such? It had spared them here, after all.

Turning to Kai, he was weak, externally, as if his body had done all it could and could no longer support his trembles. Fuck, that was an effort. Sheepishly, he grinned at the dappled fae, and asked as though it was plain he needed it, "Perhaps I will rest now?"