Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

Cry laid his jaw's underside across the deliciate top of Kai's crown, his silent appreciation for the Sea-Found's comfort. Everyone needed respect should they show it, and this bird, whether it knew it or not, had discarded the grace of the Guardian simply from words directed meagerly at Kai.

"I didn't like how it spoke to you. Was rude, and I won't tolerate that," he explained as he began to lead her from the menacing woods that all too well reminded him of Blackfeather's entrances and exits. He hadn't ventured too far into the terrible place, but his uncle had dwelled there, and he had to meet him several times in the past.

"I apologize if I ruined a potential friendship between Tula and it," he added.