Silver Creek of cloudless climes and starry skies

as harrison drifted further from the territory's claim, he came closer to the outskirts of iliksis' den-site. roughly made and in no way central to the rendezvous, the den was more a sallow pit in a natural delve of earth than a true hollow, but iliksis had carved under one fallen bough that sunk into the hillside a hole, and it was here in that lonely gulley that he often resided, watching the world above as it passed him by. he did not trust his self-restraint enough to reside closer to the group, and knew with a bitter familiarity that his impulses were strongest at night.

he became aware of the crunch of feet, and lifting his snipey muzzle from the ground, caught sight of harrison on the crest above. pulling himself out from the channel, the beast carefully made for the leader's brother. he had seen the man many times in passing, but had never the inclination nor the interest in interacting with him -- but if he was to establish himself as a trustworthy member of their society, he supposed he ought to put on a cheery face and establish rapport with the locals.

"a little cold for a jaunt," iliksis called, keeping his posture neutral in light of the fact that harrison, in their unestablished claim, was likely higher on the hierarchy than him.