Cricket Creek Bog Another day

Cry nodded, noting that the youth wasn't as ruffled about the formality as Koro had been of the lack of it. Yet the elder wished his name be fully extended while the youth wanted it shortened- Cry figured some were simply different than others in their desires. It mattered little what Cry called this agouti- what mattered was that a face, location, and scent was harbored in the unforgetting mind of his. 

"Well, Rye, it means that I am the one who oversees all of Shadewood and it's inhabitants within the Keep. The 'Alpha', but with a fancy name." He was honest, delivering knowledge of what he could, while remaining a bit more relatable at best. He didn't want to seem disconnected, or abhorring to regular customs. The essence of Shadewood was to mold together and become a unity- Or so he desired for the small band of Family that was growing each and every day.