Falls of the Hinterlands Moonshadows

He watched the water tumble down, the flashing silver disappearing into the darkness of the water below. It was pretty, at the least, even if a cloud did block the entire reason he'd had for being here. After a moment he heard another, the soft footfalls on stone. He flicked his ears to listen, to see if it were only one. It appeared to be just a single wolf, so his worries of interrupting a date were as yet unfounded. A soft friendly chuff reached his ears and he turned to look at the other, responding in kind and offering a small twitch of his tail.

It was another male, another large male, who was almost similar in color to Heston. The male's coat was a little darker where Heston's was lighter but they both bore markings of pale silver and grey. As the male grew closer Heston nodded to him, the typical smirk playing across his lips in a friendly way. "Greetings. Have you come to see this 'Moonbow' too? Your luck is as bad as mine, the only cloud in the sky decided now was the time to show itself." He chuckled softly at his own misfortune and glanced skyward once more. "Name's Heston." He raised his eyes to the other's, waiting for a reply. 

A male wasn't exactly the company he'd envisioned for this spot, but he wouldn't turn down a friendly conversation. The brute himself might have the same intentions for this area as Heston, simply wanting to see what it offered and possibly to evaluate it for future possibilities. The man didn't smell of a pack, but it was possible to live as a lone wolf and have your own life outside the boundaries of borders. The thought crossed Heston's mind that he might smell more of Silver Creek than a loner, though he'd not officially shared scents with the pack yet.