Swiftcurrent Creek put your dreams away for now

The massive male continues in his languid pace next to the much faster river, spotting a good few rocks that could be a place to cross. It looks sketchy, but hell he’s probably not going to find much better. 

Though just as he begins heading towards it, a chuff and a figure out of the corner of his eye cause him to swing his head in the direction of the distinct noise. Another wolf. One of silvers,  mottled with cream. He wonders who they are briefly and decides he might as well figure it out. When his eyes meet the caramel of her own, he gives a neutral but yet interesting look in her direction. Clearly supposed to see her there, he tilts his chin up a pinch and eyes her. Taking his gaze off of the stranger when he meets the rock bridge. 

The rocks are rough so thankfully there shouldn’t be too much slipping and falling, but there’s still enough room for error to cause death. The first rock is a bit far from the shore and it requires a jump to get to. He poised himself like a snake ready to strike, his muscles shifting beneath his stripped pelt as he bravely makes the first jump. It’s successful enough and he’s able to comfortably stretch himself to the next few. Then another iffy jump and he’s off on the other side of the river.

He lets go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and now turns his full attention onto the stranger wolf. His gait is slow and lazy as he walks toward her and he gives a nod of his chin in her direction. Upon further inspection, her scents wafts near him and it’s now obvious that it’s a she-wolf. “Who’re you, dear?” He asks casually. Then his brows furrow at the possibility of a familiar scent on her pelt.