The Heartwood of ash and silence

"I'll keep it in mind," Cry gave the mass of muscle and omen. "Scratch eachother's backs from now on atleast, eh?" There was no point in making enemies. Winter was coming, and soon everyone would be at winter's mercy. Alliances would probably be either called upon, or broken for something as pitiful as robbing food caches or abandoning the pack. Much was capable of contributing to the fall of a pack, and Cry had seen it too many times, had been a part of too much hardships to not know what watching a forged family fall apart looked like. It was pathetic. But alas, he was unbowed. This peace offering was in hopes that they would band together and make use of their talents rather than their cabaility to murder.