Silver Creek Silver Waters

Sounds good. If you don't mind, can we place this near to the border? Technically Heston isn't yet accepted.  

Before long, Heston mused, he would be apart of Silver Creek. He felt he'd been doing rather well on his border duty, which is what he now considered his probation period. It made it sound much more important to his own mind, as if he was helping rather than lingering like a needy pup. So he was on the move again, following the territory line on his allotted side. He felt this method was much like dangling a fresh kill before a starving wolf and he thought he might tell Spring this as well. He approved of the method, certainly, and he would approve of the method much more once he was not the sufferer of it. It weeded out those unwilling to work towards the pack, to work for the life they wanted. If you weren't wanting to put in the effort, the pack need not put effort in you.

As he trot along, he heard the slowly nearing sound of running water. He licked his chops, realizing how dry his throat was. He increased his pace, headed for the stream and the cool water it offered. As he grew closer he heard the sound of splashing and slow his pace slightly, brow raised in silent curiosity. Slowly he headed towards where the water met the border and paused to look up along the waterway. Upstream he saw the shape of another, a dark wolf. In the water as they were, he wasn't able to tell if they were male or female. He watched them for a moment longer before bending to lap at the cool water. Once his throat was thoroughly watered he raised his head again and let a bark escape his muzzle, a call for the other if they would meet halfway, closer to the side of the border that would not get him banned from the pack. He waved his tail behind him openly, showing he was friendly and hoping they'd recognize that he was a hopeful to join and not just a loner.