Two Rivers Isle And in faith, he leapt.

Man that was such a relief; Cry visibly let out an exhale, a minute smile lacing his midnight lips. “THAT is what I prefer hearing. That right there. Because who the hell feels like fighting all the damn time? That type of insecurity has plagued enough packs to ostracize a good many of wolves for ‘just doing their job’. While he was at Stavanger Bay, he got those types of vibes from that particular pack, despite Thistle being who welcomed him in. She was a gentle woman, kind, but she was not to be trifled with. Yet the general aura of the pack was seemingly barbaric. Cry asked questions based off of what his eyes told him- should there be a wolf who disrespected the boundary, then they would get disrespected. Yet if they respected it, then there was no reason to disrespect them. 

“Might travel to meet and greet once things come to be more stable in Shadewood.” On an added note, a hopeful glisten in the usually apathetic gaze, “If you all fill up and need someone to take in good wolves, our doors are open to you all.” 

It was then that Cry had recalled he was curious about this mans show. “What show?”