Firestone Hot Springs each must die someday

Trying to play Rian as a troubled teen. Kinda weird!

A few moments passed and Rian wondered if he would stop at all to heed him or simply ignore him. He was used to it, after all. Only his mother and siblings gave him any sort of acknowledgement, and even Cypress hardly had time to spare him a passing glance anymore. It still didn't stop the ice that trickled down from his curiously swollen throat. Forgotten, his mind whispered. Tears welled in his eyes but he quickly blinked them away when the large male turned, his face a mask of surprise at the sight of the yearling standing alone in the snow. 

Faced with the intensity of the northman, Rian's tail slowly drooped and he flattened his ears respectfully. He was keenly aware of his low rank in the pack; one of the many uncertainties that plagued him. In truth, when he was of age, he wondered if he would even be needed in Kjalarr's new Neverwinter. At the question he shrank even further into himself and looked down at the snow that now covered his paws. He was faintly aware they were nearly numb, but he couldn't really muster up the will to care. "I dunno." 

He lifted his gaze and flattened his ears further while his mouth twisted futher into a frown. "Why are you here?"