Silver Creek here we stand

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The sun is bright and shining even through the trees as Lio winds their way toward the silver river. They know they're close to another pack's territory now, but they haven't crossed any borders and certainly aren't going to cause trouble. In truth, they just... like it, here. It's just as pretty as the frozen creeks back home, though the water there was often standing, lacking the lustre and movement of the liquid silver in these woods. 

The yearling settles by the edge of the water once more, watching the fish and water move along. Perhaps they'll never know where they're going, and perhaps Lio won't either. But they move with purpose nonetheless.

Lio rested their head upon their paws, rose eyes flicking up from the peaceful stream to seek out the sound of footfalls across it. Another wolf - long, spindly, smooth; the opposite of Lio in many ways - walked parallel to the smudged yearling.

It was unlikely that their white fur would go unspotted in the bright light - truly, they stuck out like a beacon - and Lio could see no reason not to greet their counterpart. The distance between them was so short, after all.

"Hello," they called, rising to their feet and angling ears toward the dark form. "Are you one of them? The pack nearby." Lio hoped they weren't intruding too terribly by giving in to the fascination that they had of this river. "I do not want to intrude. This place is just very beautiful and I wanted to... to stay, for a bit longer."