Neverwinter Forest darkness is not always foe

Like an unwilling creature herded by some despicable oposing force, Shrike's search for Allure could not continue, due to the cold that had engulfed the entire world he knew and lived in. Vengeance was all he could think about, but those thoughts were soon swept away by the need to return to the pack to seek warmth. He returned with a quiet apology- he'd been blinded so completely by the need to find Allure that he had forsaken his duty to the pack...Yet he did not feel ashamed. The void left in his heart begged no excuse or guilt over abandoning his post at the pack. He had joined the pack for Allure, and would not let it hold him back if it meant he couldn't find her. So it was not obligation to his pack, but the need to survive with a pack through the cold spell that made him turn on his heel and reluctantly head back to Neverwinter Forest. 

He was hungry too. He'd found a frozen rabbit carcass buried within the snow but it hadn't been enough. The time he'd spent wandering had taken a toll on him and though his pelt was thick, it did not hide the fact that Shrike had lost weight, even though it was the worst time of year for him to drop it. He searched through the forest of sparkling ice, stiffening when he caught the scent of Kaskara nearby. Of all the wolves in the pack, though, she was one of the few that he hoped to see and took comfort in finding, so he headed in her direction. Though the others might not have looked kindly upon his disappearance, he knew Kaskara would understand, as Allure had been her neice.