Two Rivers Isle Epic Meal Time

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Cry smiled at the reaction of Epic, something feeling affirmed in his chest about the youth trying to keep the Phantom safe from the already perished Uncle of his. "As much as I'd would've loved to maul the man down with you, Epic, he's already dead. I don't know how, nor have I seen the body to confirm...but he was quite up there in age from what I remember. It semeed for a whle that age didn't stop him from being terrible; as a youth, I didn't think he even aged. But now I recognize how even Time can pull down wolves- he can't escape old age, forever." 

That thought alone brought him peace, but it also pissed him off. He was robbed of a kill that he wanted to be the one to deal. He deserved it. It was promised to him by the damn man, himself. "But regardless, I appreciate the ofer, friend." Cry smiled as the younger wolf, wishing that the friendly face was one that would have occured more through his life. But he was grateful for this now, as it was.