Cricket Creek Bog Another day

Cry chuckled at the mention of leading being hard. As of the moment, it was rather easy- everyone did whatever they wanted, primarily. Those who struggled to lead only proved they had too many restrictions. "Believe it or not, it's rather simple, Rye. Too many rules is what complicates a pack. The unnecessary drama and enemies...that's what makes leading hard. But should you and your family share ideals, being completely neutral to eveyrone, helpful, even, then everything falls away as sand to rain." Cry had allowed those who had nowhere to go to enter his home. No one came bearing grudges, nor having enemies. And should they, that was over with, now. Everything was simple, and they enjoyed each other. Everyoone was friendly, polite, and growing closer by the minute. That was how a pack was meant to be.

"Shadewood is- well, I don't mind showing you, should you want to go see? I'm a bit bad at vocal directions." A light smile had laughed slightly on his lips as he thought about his inconsistency. Being able to track down anyone and anything, but terrible at giving someone directions.