Hideaway Strath old gods still prowl among the thickets

Cry felt the smartass retort settle hot, sizzling over the glacier that Cry’s temper usually remained locked within. That glacier had withstood a many of heatwave responses from a many of others- he wouldn’t allow this wolf any leeway to rile him. Or so he told himself that. 

“Nothing. Since it seems you are well and capable, I bid you a peaceful farewell.” 

Cry knew an individual such as this was not capable of being around his girls. While he might be judging early, the assassin rather safer than sorry. And while he didn’t challenge this male, should there be violence, he would have to be ready. 
But he found himself at another impass- 
he couldn’t turn his back on this one. 

From the appearance of such, he felt predator vibes rolling off of this male in chaotic waves, and they threatened Cry enough to stay rooted. Atleast for this minute. Trying to offer an even more calming bridge between one wolf to another, the Phantom attempted to make an impromptu improvision. “Unless you’d like to find place in a pack.” 

Glacials kept in mind the peripherals, and he subtly deciphered the easiest vector to immerse himself in foliage as soon as possible. Or atleast some ground where he would be able to hear this catty man follow him.