Swiftcurrent Creek from the inside

:D you don't have to match this, i was literally going to post like 300 words and then ended up with almost 600 :/ SORRY <3 Styx had not encountered the coffee-coloured female since their second (unplanned) meeting, and the hybrid wasn’t sure how he felt about it. On one paw, he was disappointed as he – although he’d never admit it aloud – missed their playful banter back and forth; however, on the other paw, he was not so sure he wanted to see her again. The possibility of forming a pack festered deep within his thoughts from the seed that the silver-eyed girl had planted, and it was slowly consuming the slender male. While the yearling preferred the gypsy lifestyle that he perused with a burning passion, he knew that the constant travelling was beginning to wear on him. Forming a pack, even with the strange girl at his side, would allow the youth to settle down either permanently or temporarily. But, if he settled down and started up this… ‘project’ he would be bound to those joined the pack and have responsibilities. Yuck! Perhaps that was what the coyote hybrid needed – an anchor. The chocolate female had already made a mark on his thoughts; maybe that was fate’s way of telling him that there was something here for him. After all, the life of a rogue was all that Styx had ever known – his mother had been a loner and raised her children as such. He had always assumed that all packs were bad and wanted nothing to do with his mixed blood, but never had the thought occurred to him of creating a pack specifically for hybrids (and wolves, of course). Styx regretted to admit that maybe the silver-eyed stranger was actually – ugh – good for him. As soon as the thought entered his mind the yearling quickly shook it away – no, he was thinking irrationally. Lingering around these lands were causing abnormal thoughts to haunt his mind; thoughts that the hybrid did not want clouding his judgment. He would always be a nomad as it was what he preferred. Being on his own meant he didn’t have to care for anybody aside from himself, which was precisely how he liked it. Flanking the fast-paced river, the boy headed away from the setting sun, the lingering warmth nipping at his hindquarters as he pushed forward. He wasn’t sure where he was going, as he never was. While travelling, Styx never has destinations in mind – he just goes until his paws ache and his stomach begins to growl. He knew what direction he had come from and the hybrid planned on avoiding it – he was not sure where his siblings had gone and did not intend on finding out. They had chosen to stick together, while the inky knight was persistent about being on his own. He had made it clear that he did not want their company during his travels. It was with that thought that the scent of another made its way to his nostrils, brows narrowing instantly as he surveyed the area, using the remaining light to pinpoint where the scent had come from. At first the hybrid had not noticed the sandy-coloured wolf, but it was a flicker of movement that had attracted his attention back to the pale boy. A frown creased his lips as he took a hesitant step forward while he debating on what to do. Normally, the youth would run off and avoid any sort of conversation, but he had gotten into the awful habit of actually speaking to others. He still tried to avoid giving out his name – he believed that it was none of their business – and was not interested in learning theirs. With a name came a face, and Styx preferred to remember neither.