Silver Creek out for a paddle

Just going to mention the border in this one as well, since he's not technically in yet.

The heat today was one the encouraged wolves to do their duties in the morning and dusk. The sky was clear and the sun shone down without any remorse. It was undoubtedly a lovely day, but it was hot. Heston had kept to the cool shade near the border, intent on not overheating himself should Spring or Laika or any other Silver Creek wolves come near. He didn't want to look a fool, panting and heaving from a little summer warmth. He was headed towards one of the outer branches of the creek, wanting to dip into the water and relax.

The smell of the water was strong in the air, and he inhaled it gratefully. His pace increased as he grew nearer the water, ready to cool not only his body but his throat as well. Reaching the bank, he waste no time in jumping forward. Under the water, silver arrows scattered and left him. He wasn't intent on hunting them anyway, he merely wanted to steal the pleasure of their dwelling place. He sighed as the water penetrated his fur, cooling him instantly. He dipped his muzzle down and down, plunging it under the water, mouth open. He lifted back up and shook, his thirst now quenched and his body now thoroughly wet, he took the time to glance up and down stream.

Distantly he could make out the form of another wolf and he narrowed his eyes to focus, trying to determine if this was a face he'd seen before or not. It was hard to tell much against the glare of the sun on the water and the way the fur was darkened from being wet. He watched the other swim a moment, but was still unsure of their identity. He wasn't completely sure how many wolves Silver Creek had, though he'd been picking up on the fact that it had more females than males.

Rather than stand and stare like a half-wit, he decided to call to the other. His voice was deep but friendly, bouncing off the water and towards the stranger. He shook himself again and sent water flying. He wasn't looking the most kempt now, but he was sure the other would understand. His fur was spiked where it had been wet, pointing skyward and earthward and all manner of ways. At least it was freshly groomed and, due to his sodden nature, undeniably clean.