Falls of the Hinterlands Moonshadows

He heard whispers in the trees, in the wind, whispers that drove him against his own thoughts, whispers that slowly, but certainly, began to soldify his inevitable decision to depart. The soldier hissed between gritted teeth, green eyes narrowing as he scanned his surroundings for what seemed like the umpteenth time. He didn't know where he was moving, or where he was going, for that matter. Nico wasn't lost; no, he knew where to go if he wanted to return home, but he knew not where he was currently, and he soon realised that he didn't really care.

The soldier heard the thundering of the falls before he saw them, and already, his face crinkled into a grimace, the unexpected noise pounding at his skull. Nico took a deep breath, steadying himself and calming his nerves before pricking his ears, his gaze now curious instead of murderous as he approached with slow, deliberate steps, wondering if there was anybody nearby on this moonlit night. Unknown to him, his train of thoughts arrived to the exact same stop that another wolf here came to tonight: that this was a good spot for a date. Although for Nico, his mind wandered more specifically to a certain silver furred, sterling eyed wraith.

Reluctantly, the soldier pushed the nagging thoughts of her aside and continued on his quiet journey, the source of the noise soon visible in the nearing distance. It wasn't long before a figure came to sight, nothing but a shadow, a silhouette against the flashing silver of the waterfall. He cocked his head, his footfalls silent as he determined his next move. He shrugged to himself; it wasn't like he had anything to lose, and approached, chuffing a soft greeting to the stranger as he neared.