Shadewood Seek you out

It seemed to surprise the Beast that Cry had chosen him- but ironically, it seemed the most predictable choice. Cry sought him frequently, training under him until he had lost the lean and limber appearance, morphing through a slow process into a muscled hulk not too far from the Mentor's own nightmarish size. As despicable as it was, Cry fed upon every minute of their spars, of their lessons, of their unity. If there was a soul he felt closest to in this dusking crescendo of woods, it would be him. 

It felt just as off not choosing the giant to be who he had infiltrate the pack. But it was a decision his intellect rather than his pride had chosen for him. It seemed his wit was still in a single function, even if it was shattered in a billion pieces. 

"Come," he offered to the behemoth Master. "We will get this done immediately."

With that, the Phantom led his advisor through the folds of forest into The Keeper's Meet.