Two Rivers Isle “Hath thou no shame? Hath thou no dignity?”

Cry nodded to the explaination from Rye. It was rather traditional, and moreso appreciated as a custom by the majority of packs he had been into. As they crossed the majority of the land that belonged to the Isle, the woods loomed before them on the knoll they stood upon. Shadewood was different, beautiful from afar, to the Watcher. Massive and mysterious. Homely. 
"A little bit more than that, but it's so much more rewarding." Simply pulling your own weight was basic, almost stagnant to Cry. "We expect each other to have Trades, Specialties, Masteries. And those who demonstrate such discipline find themselves higher in rank according to the needs of the Keep." 

One thing he prided was his Family being just that- a Family. They worked and opperated just as closely as one. "Ranks don't signify hiarchary much here."