Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

FOR BROTHER @Smokestep

He lurked mostly around the Hinterlands now that the Wilds were firmly in winter's icy grip. Prey here was plentiful — more so than it seemed to be near the coastline. He fiercely resisted the idea of attempting to join a pack despite his dire situation (that only grew more grim as the days wore on), plans of revenge against Rannoch still planted firmly at the forefront of his thoughts.

He stalked slowly through a snow-covered forest, an unimpressed scowl upon his dark features. Birds chirped quietly from their nests just out of view, as if teasing him. There was a faint sound of bark tearing somewhere but it reverberated all through the woodland and he was unable to pinpoint its exact direction. The cold air hurt his lungs as he breathed, evidenced by his wincing every now and again, body shivering underneath a thinning coat. He was dying, but was too stubborn to admit it.