Although the dark Ostrega had no real destination in mind, somehow, even a homebody like him had begun to find a sort of routine out here roving the Wilds. Things had fallen into place far better than before and morale certainly improved with the addition of a companion to his days. He didn't feel quite so lost, even if he'd definitely never been here before, and when all else failed, she was a familiar face to take a bit of solace with; he wasn't entirely, bitterly alone anymore.

Today was no different than yesterday, in essence. He had splintered off, as usual, to track around and try to hunt. Even when he wasn't as successful as he could be, the act of working his mind and body towards the single goal of food was what he needed to keep going. After all, on his best attempts, it brought a meal. If not that, at least he was doing what he liked--so he kept it up whenever he could and sometime early in the evening, success was his in the shape of a rabbit. Nothing too special, but he knew to take whatever he could get.

With nothing else motivating him on a trail, and a limp carcass in his jaws, he began to track Qilaq instead to see where she had gone to. He made pretty good time, at least until it got closer to the coastline itself. He was not nearly as comfortable as she is on the beach turf, but he tried his best, and pressed onward until he could spot a dark silhouette and a telltale scent to match--thankfully.

Yet here in the relative open with the nearby sea and the skies so vast overhead, he could not decide what to make of the lightshow, and realized she was coming at him too all at once..! His tail whipped and he dropped the rabbit when they were close, so he could yap a nonsensical (but relieved) greeting at her. She didn't look worried about the sky. Quite the opposite really, but he couldn't help himself in the face of so much mystery. His tail kept going, though. "Hey!" he panted, glancing back to the rabbit laying the sand to make sure where it had fallen. "What is..?" Any and all of this, as he looked all around, up and down just to start sorting this out.

He can't help but be glad that they had managed to fall into some sort of comfortable routine inspired by a common situation, and a familiarity he was enjoying expanding upon. He missed home far less mainly because it no longer occurred to him to dwell on it. Instead he stayed busy, and when he wasn't, with Qilaq and now with the lights streaking across the deep dark of the night was no different.

But when a third joined them with a chuff, he shot a glance to her and prickled up himself next to Qilaq. Now that she had watch over his meal, he felt a little better.. but still perplexed; at least this didn't look like it would go the way of some of his other encounters as a nomad, but he couldn't help but feel wary anyway. "Y-yeah.. it is.." he answered, though Qilaq's growl made him adopt a harder tone than he had intended at first, despite the waver to his voice too. Did she know something he didn't? With his bright eyes locked on the stranger for the moment, impressive star show ignored, he kept his guards up in the meantime. "Who are you?" Silas asked. And why had he come here too?

He was still learning how it was supposed to be for his present vagabond lifestyle, namely what was enough or too much. Accordingly, the stranger's submissive shift still made him feel pretty anxious about this somehow--although only with a faraway undertone of relief to see that he wasn't threatening either. Silas kept his ears angled back and left the worried look on his face, although he knew he couldn't quite get rid of that if he tried.

His bright eyes shrunk into a bit of a squint. Everyone was recruiting these days it seemed.. but at least this was not quite like the oddly-spoken male in the Hinterlands. And, he did claim it was an established pack.. although Silas erred towards reservation after packlife often associating him with heartbreak in his most recent attempts at it. "I've never heard of Easthollow.. but, I don't know.." He stopped prattling long enough to glance to Qilaq taking the rabbit, and his stance wanted to pull towards her. "Oh.. I'm Silas. I don't know if.. uh--I would be interested right now, anyway.." He couldn't entirely say 'we' since it wasn't really something they had spent much energy on, although her exit from the spot spoke well enough without him as it was. Silas watched her go for a second before returning to the green-eyed male--Nikai, rather.

He tried to straighten his stance and posture together, though it was half of what he had wanted to portray. Basically, he knew he invited bad luck and he definitely did not feel like a good potential recruit right now... which was nothing this fellow could really help. "I left my last pack, and my one before that left me. I have bad luck at it right now. Sorry..." the dark Ostrega admitted with a small sigh. His glance skirted away apologetically afterward and he hoped Qilaq wouldn't make too much haste away from here without him while he stayed to at least try to wrap this up as neatly as he could.

He trusted Qilaq and knew she was probably better off not here, not judging by her growl that had set him on edge about this.. plus, with his catch out of here, and with her, he only had himself to be concerned with. That he could do. Hopefully.. which he started by noting the details given. Over the mountain ridge, valleys.. He nodded slowly and was grateful that Nikai seemed to take this as smoothly as he could hope. "Do you know where Lost Creek Hollow is? Is it by there?" he asked suddenly, though the look on his face betrayed the uncertainty that bloomed right after he asked that. It wasn't something he talked about, but conveniently enough, it was a place he knew over the mountains in the valleys beyond--his birthplace. Although, he was not sure if he could even find it right now if he tried. He had been really young when they'd left. It was more of a memory than anything else.

His decline had nothing to do with Easthollow itself, or Nikai's nice mom who led it, even only knowing a bare minimum about that. "That's nice.." Silas nodded, looking to not feel bad about it, or sour when the next thought was along the lines of how his mom had been a nice alpha once too. 

Some kind of confirmation that Lost Creek Hollow did still, in fact, exist brought a hesitant wiggle of his tail, although he couldn't help but also glance skyward for a second as a particularly vibrant streaked by above. "Okay.. Well, I know where that is.. sort of," the dark Ostrega said with a slow nod. At least he used to.. and while the temptation to feel the place underfoot again lingered consistently in mind, he wasn't sure if it would just disappoint him in the long run.

Anyway, Qilaq wanted to stay near the coast for now and he was okay with that, mainly because he still wanted to stay with her. She was a higher priority than ghostly old memories tied to the place that'd seen his birth. "My parents were alphas of the Hollow, but I was little when we left. We had cougar problems back then there," he detailed, perhaps unnecessarily and perhaps in a small rush. He didn't want to leave Nikai hanging entirely empty-handed, so that was some explanation he felt was due as painlessly (and clunky) as he'd put it. Largely, it was why he was all sorts of mixed feelings over the thought of what was on the other side of the mountain. "I.. uh, don't want her to get too far ahead. Sorry, again.." he muttered, gesturing his muzzle in the direction Qilaq had gone but not leaving just yet, although looked ready to excuse himself given the go. He glanced back to the freckled Easthollow wolf to see if he had much more to say first.

It seemed that his maneuver away was going to be as graceful as it could, himself considered. Silas nodded deeply. "Uh, thanks," he murmured, tipping his muzzle towards Nikai before he turned to lift it in Qilaq's direction again after. Unable to say if they might meet again, he'd at least remember this piece of information, and what he knew about Easthollow should he somehow end up on the other side of the mountains. But, he could make no guarantees when--or even if--that might be yet. "Bye.." he said, and began to lead off on a forepaw. He paused long enough for a last glance over his shoulder at Nikai, still with an apologetic splay about his ears, then was on his way to track down his friend.