Totoka River to carry adolescent as an atlas

When loitering around the willows finally started to feel like too much, he ranged out with a series of hesitations on him -- as per his normal. But, in time, he got moving, and tracking gave him more to pay attention to than his sorrows. He went with the flow of it, and steadily, this carried him further out across the fields then skirted around the base of the ridge. Somewhere nearby there, he managed to fall a small rabbit and once there, he realized the distance he'd covered. A wave of new hesitation almost sent him back towards home, but his heart ached at the thought of what all would await him there: only more time watching over his injured sister, avoiding the pack's whelps, and flying under the radar best he could. Uncharacteristic for the homebody Ostrega, he steeled and ranged on further.

This led him to a river, and by then, his thirst was growing mighty. So consumed in the want to slake it, he'd almost entirely overlooked the dark wolf further downstream in the waters. By the time he did notice any company, he was already with his front paws submerged and lowering his muzzle to the unfamiliar river.. but, still watching the other once he saw her. He sniffed carefully -- although mostly all he smelled was the waters and unfamiliar places.

Silas lapped his tongue but a few times before his interest in it waned swiftly. He swallowed while wondering how to engage her, so very much of a stranger to him, and what she thought of him being here, potentially intruding. "Hey..?" he settled on, halfway calling out to make sure she could hear without him having to get any closer yet, lamely enough.