Falls of the Hinterlands Moonshadows

You can fade if you'd like, or I can close it up here?

Spectre returned his well wishes and Heston wondered if he would finally find someone to settle down with in Silver Creek. He was charming, but not opposed to commitment. He'd always liked the idea of children, though in practice wasn't exactly skilled at handling pups. Spectre dipped into a playful bow and Heston smirked and returned the gesture. He hadn't expected for this little trip to have gone so nicely, moonbow or no. He was pleased to have met the mystery brute all the same and slightly saddened to part ways. If only he had been in need of a pack, he'd gladly take him to Silver Creek.

Heston nodded, smirking again at the other male. "I understand, it seems I won't get to see the Moonbow after all. The trip was worth the company, at least, so it wasn't a waste thanks to you. I hope we meet again, as well, as friends." He didn't know how often packs in this area had disputes, but he hadn't to think the next time he saw the brute would be as enemies. "Have a safe trip home, Spectre." He said, smiling again at the male.

He would stay for a little while longer, watch the falls and hope the cloud would finally move. He cast another glance skyward, but still the cloud was dark and full. Only the edges of the cloud revealed the moon behind, lining it in silver. Fitting, at least, he thought. He would not see the moonbow, but he would have the silver lining of a good conversation.