Whitefish River for my entertainment

The presence of another was noticed when that keen pink nosed picked up their scent before they came boldly forward toward the edge of the river and damn near dunked their whole head in the water to drink. Looks like everyone was thirsty and his tactic to keep close to water was not at bad idea at all.
Leon's bored eyes lingered on the gray wolf's form with mild interest. They needed water more than they needed to say hello. A part of him wondered if the fellow would leave as quickly as he came once he was done drinking and he was unsure if he should let the first person he's run into go that easily.
Leon remained totally silent for a good while before considering beginning to speak to the stranger. One large ear tilted toward the male while the other limply hung to the side; he shifted where he lay, causing his fluffy tail to unfurl for a moment onto to curl right back up along a hind leg.
"You a local?" he finally spoke gruffly, bright silver eyes looking toward the silver lad but his expression was stoic and cold beyond those dark features. If anything were to pique his interest, maybe he'd perk up some more. But so far he didn't seem to have high hopes for making buddies at the moment, even though he'd like that if he could.