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on the neutral side of the borders | silv's song
The north was interesting - Silvercreek could see himself returning. But it was well populated, and he knew to be cautious with who he went introducing himself to or becoming entangled with considering the packs' close proximities and sheer numbers.
He didn't need a Haven wolf spreading rumors and inciting a communal manhunt. It was bad enough that Silver had a price on his head from them at all, let alone any more trouble hot on his heels from the locals. No, the Silvercreek kept to himself for the time being, weighing his need to latch onto some kind of stability against his learned caution.
These were new lands, the trees thick at the base of the mountain he meandered down. The trickster was in good spirits, enjoying the fresh air and pleasant scenery, quickly losing the vibrancy of its evergreens in the gathering dusk. Silvercreek wasn't deterred by nightfall's creeping arrival, although he was given pause as he trotted lightly around a tree only for his nose to twitch and a faint wrinkle marred his features.
The pack borders formed a veritable wall across the path the man had previously been following. He wasn't going back up the mountain at this time of night...he'd just have to follow the edge of the borders around until he could be on his way, Silver decided. All the good pack wolves ought to be in their dens, fast asleep anyway. He gave a cheerful, cheeky flick of his tail before the man continued on his way.
Sue him, it was a bit of a thrill to believe he was slipping within a hair's breadth of a pack's lands and would be long gone come morning, when any wolf might notice the near transgression.
This time, as he walked, he pulled from his memories a brief tune to sing along the way. It was more than a little ominous, but made Silver feel right at home amongst the glittering snow and pitch shadows clinging to the pines. It was a ballad he'd picked up at the Haven - Silver thought it'd been a Troll to give it to him; something spooky to keep the shadows at bay.
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