Chimera Fields there's frost on every window

With @Phex in proximity of his perception, Cry continued the instinctual pull to where his memory served the direction of Gwen. Forever forward, a turn here and a break for the night there, but always forward they moved. More and more Cry and Phex has bonded, crossed travelers and continued on their trek. They enjoyed each other’s company so much, Cry began to appreciate the dual toned fae whether she was in her usual puppyish antics or whether the youth had transversed into some realm of unseen maturity and schooled him in something. The assassin listened to the youth, and put her to the test at the same time. And nearly every time, Phex had passed. The rest where she had failed, he had watched her learn from her mistakes and put them into perspective the next time an opportunity such similar came around; that was much more useful than an average soldier. 

Finally they had broken through the timbers of the Wilderness, entering Great Bear terrain. The firs and spruce thickened into much more hefty wood, and all was covered with those light layers of snow. There was much more of a distance the duo had to travel to get to the snowplains, but Cry had preoccupied the emptiness in his forever categorized mind with thinking of Gwen. How pleased she would be that they had a few who stood behind them and their ideals, how they all needed homes and were loyally holding their own despite their tattered state. His girls tried their hardest, and Gwen would have her hand in helping them, as the Ivory was much more gentle than him. Plus it was beneficial to have a second set of opinion. These were the excuses he conjured as he kept his spirits up to find his Empress. 

The air was frigid, but such a tarnishing element was his home. He was of timber heritage, but the slight attic in him was grateful for such unforgiving winds. The Timber missed the woods of the Keep, but he would keep his eyes forward and his ears open as he both kept watch for Phex and out for Gwen.