Silver Creek i mean i guess that's fine

And those dark bloodied eyes did stare and Ole would not be the only one by a long shot to think that his stare was a bit creepy. Still, the stranger gave a small greeting and what seemed like a forced smile on Hemlocke's behalf. In turn, the helhound dips his muzzle downward and lowers his head in silent gesture of greeting. He does not approach further, though casts his eyes away from the other wolf and down the length of creek. A nice place... He muses delicately, the deep vocals calm and gentle. I pack was here, before. Did you know them? He asks curiously as devilishly pointed ears perked high and his attention befalls the wolf once more.