Shadewood piit ☆

Cry nearly felt her exhaustion seep into his owm body...unless he too was tired? It had been a while since he had been able to fully rest, and now that he was in a trusted place, a safe spot to rest himself completely, he would relish it while he could, himself. He surely couldn't be getting oo old to travel long distances now, could he? The swift cut of emeralds hit a clash against his glacial gaze and it depressed his energy further.
There was work to be done.

"It's been a journey; Kukutus might need to be shown where the dens are, Iskra, if you could?" Pulling the slices of fish from his back, Cry gently draped them over @Iskra's capable shoulders for her to carry with Kukutux in case the northern fae thought to cure them, as well. Taking a step away from the subtle woman and his packmate, Cry nuzzled Gwen's shoulder as though the simple gesture could simply erase the looming fog. "I am rather spent, myself- I should rest."