When Viinturuth left his Southern birthplace, he had no idea what to expect as he traveled further away. Winters in Samarkand had always been comfortably warm and, with temperatures being so high, his coat had never needed to thicken. As a youngster he'd hugely underestimated his mother's tales of where she's come from, and when the first bitter cold of the harsh season gripped the land he'd found himself in, Viin found himself wishing he listened more carefully to what Nita told him.

Truthfully, he was lucky to have survived. The family who'd saved him from the cold had taught him much about living as a loner, but his time with them had taught Viinturuth that he belonged in a pack environment. And so he left with the intentions of finding one, in the direction his companions had sent him in- a place called the Teekon Wilds.

Viin spent several days exploring the land, seeking pack boundaries but being careful to steer clear. He discovered three different groups, but it was the vast Wintry woodland that drew him in. And over the few short days he had lived there, the raven Frostfur knew he had made the right decision. He had no regrets of joining Chakra's Neverwinter Forest, and knew he would soon come to love is as he had loved Susa.

He'd spent most of his time resting, still being somewhat fragile from his malnutrition in the early Winter months, but he felt stronger by the day. That evening he head off from his densite undercover of night with the intention of tracking down any available prey, and crept between the dense trees with his pale eyes scouring the fresh snow before him in search of new tracks.

Picking upon the fresh scent of a small mammal near the base of a tree, Viin paused briefly to scan his surroundings for signs of it having passed through recently. In the moonlight the snow's surface shimmered, clear and untouched, and he saw no tracks of another animal before him. But he could smell this creature and, when he held his breath, he swore he could hear it scuffling around somewhere. He carefully crept forward again, pausing every few seconds to listen quietly for any further sounds, but found silence enveloped the forest. If there had been an animal in the area, it was gone now.

Lifting his head, he tested the air for any other scents, but found nothing among that of pine. What did capture his attention, however, was the sound of approaching paws and the crunch of snow. Looking over a silvery shoulder, Viinturuth observed the approach of a pallid figure he at once thought might be Chakra, but as it drew nearer he realised that this wolf was far more masculine. Lowering his ears, crown and tail considerably in appropriate submission, the sable Frostfur turned to greet his pack-mate with a polite dip of his muzzle. "Good evening," he said, smiling faintly, and gave a friendly sweep of his heavy tail.

When the other male lowered his haunches and spoke warmly to him, Viinturuth let himself relax. His muscles slackened and, although his eyes remained averted from his pack-mates, he lifted his bowed head. Carefully he sank his own hindquarters to the snow, where he curled his feathery tail about a seated haunch. "And you, too," the dark wolf offered politely, and pricked his ears to catch his companion's name. Khotan. He was unsure of its origin, but Viin repeated in in his mind so that he may store it away for future reference.

"Nothing important. I thought I smelt a mouse or something," he rolled a heavy shoulder in a lazy shrug. He had smelt out caches on his wanderings, but being so new he did not feel it fair to take his fill from them without contributing something first. Besides, fresh meat always tasted better to him than that which had been frozen. "I am Viinturuth. Did you found the pack with Chakra?"

The two males further discussed the birth and growth of their pack, before passing ways to resume their duties.