Cassiopeia's View you can dip your feet once in a little while

hihi!!

This was not the first time Étoille's quiet had been interrupted. He was not too surprised; the scent of wolf was rich in the territory he'd passed, and he'd grown used to being kept from solitude. Near-black eyes slowly landed on the chipper figure beset him. A strange thing with a striking pattern. The man had never seen a wolf carrying that shade of gold, let alone have it contrasted so strongly against the dark of the rest of him. 

"Hello," he finally echoed, voice a low rumble. He shifted his weight from paw to paw, and added, "I am well." Étoille lapsed back into silence, glancing out at the sea. The younger male's brightness reminded him of something. After a few moments, he looked back, the movement laborous. "And yourself," he said, not a question so much as a returned sentiment. That would do.