Hideaway Strath old gods still prowl among the thickets

~pretends that Cry didn’t just teleport down here too~

Cry knew very well that in order to make their presence known in Tutku, specifically Shadewood, they would need members. He would ask @Phex if she could do a bit of Ambassadorship herself and find others interested in finding a home before winter truly set in with a fierceness. The bright girl had charisma, and her smile seemed to enhance anyone’s day. So while she was on her espionage to recruit the stragglers, Cry himself went to look for any near and far in the unexplored lands.

The Assassin drifted from one sector of forest to another, over creeks and small frozen veins of water, glacial irises searching for anything that moved and about searching for any trail to latch onto. The ebonian has managed to lock onto something, and while the scent was a bit blurred from others running over it, he stuck to it by familiarity. This was another wolf; he had to investigate. 

It wasnt too too long before he ended up in another sect of timbers, but the scent grew stronger here. His target was nearby, and he didn’t exactly want to spook them. So he voided his trademark silence, and continued jauntily through the forest, making slight traces of noise.