Shadewood Unspoken and Unforgiven

Cry had refrained from snorting at the youth's ignorance. If there was nothing to be done for frost bite, then everyone would have starved to death from their inability to hunt during these terrible times. 

Instead he watched her with his crystaline gaze, listening to her as she relinquished her name to him. “Cry,” he offered simply. He was giving her his alias as he had everyone else. No one knew his real name; this was soon to change for his mate, however. 

“Might seem kinda strange for a name though, yea?” He asked with a slight glint of humor on his lips.