Rising Sun Valley Crosshair

In no time at all, Capricorn felt the familiar warmth on the pads of his paws that meant he was on the ridge proper. It was nameless as far as he knew, but he thought it should be given one to match the glacier nearby. He was just thinking on names and picking his way back down to where he thought the source might be when he came across Shadow.

The wolf was larger than he (but who wasn't?) and, judging by the way his coat absorbed the warm orange-red cast of the sky, somewhat colourless. He was neither too light nor too dark, so Capricorn assumed he was grey. There was a characteristic lightening of the belly and darkening of the points, features many wolves had in common, himself included. Shadow looked every bit an ordinary wolf, lightly corded and probably fleet of foot rather than strong.

The valhund cross placed himself squarely in Shadow's path, partly so he would be spotted and partly to keep the male from getting any closer to Duskfire. He was unable to tell that Shadow was presently in his own mind, so Capricorn hailed the larger man with a smile and dip of his head before saying, "good evening, stranger."