Bramblepoint With the new day comes new strength

From one of the higher reaches of Moonspear, the forest had stood out with marked interest. Where the tapering of the pack's own wood lay to there hadn't seemed quite a distance at all, and so Dirge had set off while the weather held. But by the time he had reached the edge of the forest medley, the snow had begun to fall again, the once distant clouds now blotting the sun out. It did not deter him from beginning to track for game however, and as long as the snow stayed light then he would persist.

He followed the snaking branch of a stream thtough the wood, passing over fading tracks of this and that. Getting familiar with the surrounding grounds to the mountain would serve him well, and he intended to make good on contributing to Moonspear. But what he hadn't quite intended on finding was another wolf—his own time apart of the wilderness had been pockmarked with no company at all. It was a distraction then, the thought of learning the lay of the land and hopefully snaring a prize was put aside as he stepped in closer to the tawny she-wolf.

"Seems that I'm not the only one out for a stroll in the snow," he said.