Shadewood Sugar, spice, and everything.. wait

Cry had always kept as diligent of an eye out as he could, patrolling and rubbing himself amongst the frosted timbers. There had been many who came, and quite a few who were either unwilling to deal with there being wolves set to live here, or some who needed a place to stay. Some had come to the Keep’s ‘borders’ just inquisitive of who all were here. But Cry was personal and chose not to share so much info with the strangers. 

Carrying a retired grouse in his maws, he settled down to eat the meal, only to have dark auds catch the middle of movement. Immediately the Assassin stopped and buried his keep, rising to find out what made such motion into their woods.

Seeing a figure trot right through the first helm of woods, Cry called out to them. “Hello.”