Two Rivers Isle And in faith, he leapt.

A snort left his maw as the exchange. Yes, it did. And it seemed to not care who got pummeled and who got pushed forward. But it was those very curveballs which made so much more out of you than what you even expected for yourself.

"Damn right. Starting out a family in a new home, a place hella filled with all the prey, all the better temperatures than this fuckery, and over half of your numbers drop. For no actual reason. Just upped and fucking ghosted." Cry chuckled, his own gist of the situation being found humerous. He hadn't ever had the time to just shoot shit with somebody, so this felt rather nice. "Or going from place to place, settling in a pack, and within a year, it just fucking disintergrates. You're standing there with your dick out like 'What the actual fuck, man?'" 

Finally turning to the traveller, Cry shook his head at the mess he had gotten himself into through the years, but held back the majority of it. The bear attack, the band of wolves Slade had pulled together, only for him to vanish too, as well as the others. Life was just one punch in the nuts. 

But how was he thriving?