Falls of the Hinterlands Moonshadows

Perhaps another word would have been better to choose than disloyal. Heston had only meant that wolves who would easily be swayed to abandon the pack would not be willing to wait so long. Those with a nefarious goal in mind could obvious wheedle their way in, though he would have argued that it would be a lot of work for simple spying. Of course, he was not a wolf who had much to do with espionage, so he likely wasn't the best sort to discuss it.

Heston raised a brow at Spectre's comment, snorting. "Honest to a fault, rather." He said with a grin. "Mm, I hate to disagree. I believe I am older, therefore I came first. You are but an attempted replication, I'm afraid." He was only guessing as to Spectre's age, though, and if the male came back that he was in fact the older of the pair Heston would have an answer for that too. Heston only nodded in response, his face calm and confident in his own fabricated story, as the other appraised it.

"Hm. More mystery then, I see." Then as the other replied it might be the truth Heston raised a brow skeptically and lifted his paw, intending to bump the other's shoulder with it. "Well, a spirit can't be touched. So, if you feel real to me...It seems at least that part is false. So I suppose you haven't yet died at the falls." 

"Augh," He sighed, over-dramatic like someone who had been injured. "You wound me, Spec. And you lie horribly." He smirked at the other, fluttering his lashes at the brute. "You know I'm gorgeous. You just don't want to admit it to yourself, lest your heart be broken because I don't swing your way." He waggled his brows then, before adopting a serious face and narrowing his eyes. "I've hit the nail on the head, haven't I? You poor love-torn soul, you." He smirked playfully, showing the teasing was all in good fun.