Morningside Cuesta On The Edge

*Throws Sylvas in*

He patrolled away from were the others settled, doing what came natural to him, deciding to keep a look out. His amber eyes watched the land till they finally settled upon two figures, lingering within the distance. The mercenary came to a slow halt in his stroll, his lean head tilting to the side as he observed the pair for a second, then without anymore hesitation, his large paws guided him onward and quickly. His rounded ears listened to the fading noises of the gathered wolves behind him as he jogged forward to meet the two wolves up ahead, one of them, Sylvas knew to be Grayday, but the other was unknown.

Slowing his gait to a walk as he approached the pair, panting softly, Sylvas offered Grayday and the other silver colored male a polite dip of his head, ”Grayday.” He said with a wag of his tail, though the mercenary's bright amber eyes looked toward the nameless male warily, his focus on the stranger, ”Is this a friend?” Sylvas asked curiously, now falling silent as he peered between them both.