Sex: MaleThe sound of rushing water had drawn him onwards for quite a while now, and when the falls finally came into view Sivan couldn't help but feel a bit relieved to see them. He had become rather thirsty over the last hour or so - long walks, especially unbroken by any stops to rest (he was not tired enough to really warrant stopping, after all,) could tend to have that effect on a wolf, even one as used to long travel as Sivan. The drink he would find here would undoubtedly be bitingly cold on this crisp fall morning, but that was a reality he couldn't change by bemoaning it.
Indeed, the first few gulps he took slid down his throat like liquid ice - which, he reflected with an amused snort, was in fact exactly what the water was, albeit barely. A few degrees or so chillier and the water would turn to solid ice. Still grinning at himself, the man dipped his head again and took another, longer drink, his attention only placidly trained upon his surroundings as he quenched his thirst. His dusty-colored ears swivelled idly about at each new sound that overcame the rushing of the falls; his golden eyes flickered up now and then from the ripples created by his tongue to the trees gathered all around him, surveying them calmly.
He didn't plan to linger here very long, perhaps only the better part of today. Certainly he would move on by dawn tomorrow; this place was pretty, but he could not detect anything here that was new. The falls were like many other falls; the trees were the same silent sentinels he had seen for many, many months. With nothing and no one here to catch his attention, Sivan could see little reason to remain. It was a shame, but it was the way things had to be.
