Whitefish River In the beginning was the word, and the word was...stop.

The chill of winter had finally come to Teekon, but that was never an aversion for Logan. His whole life had essentially been spent on his own, exploring the world surrounding him. It was only in the recent year he'd been traveling with his brother, who was his "pack" and would probably be his only packmate for the rest of his life, whatever may remain of it. He was young yet, but Logan had a knack for getting himself into tricky situations, but he also had a knack for somehow surviving them. 

Today found him out on his own as wanderlust had struck him again. Last time, he'd headed east of his and Crow's little hideaway in Shadow Mountain, so this time, he headed west into the mountains, and then started following the river he stumbled upon. He loved rivers, they had a sense of peace about them, and sometimes, they roiled and raged in places...perhaps he felt they reflected himself a bit in their mixed nature. As he plodded along, he spotted the dark figure a ways down, leaning down to drink. His nose told him it was another male, and that this territory was neutral, so perhaps he wouldn't find any trouble here, but he kept to the treeline, just in case. If the dark lupine said something, well...he'd see where that brought him.