Neverwinter Forest darkness is not always foe

Kaskara looked slightly surprised to see him, and part of him felt a tinge of shame. He had been dutiful to the pack, quite so in fact, while Allure had been there. But in the recent days of past, he had withdrawn from all in the pack, and even the pack itself. He had no interest in fulfilling his duties to Kjalarr, and had even forfeited his search of Lucy, finally. The only wolf who was present in his mind was Allure, but she had vanished, leaving behind nought more than a tuft of fur and some blood. It didn't seem right- and the bit of spilled blood had been like an omen to him. His search for both Lucy and Allure would be fruitless, though he couldn't bring himself to give up on Allure, despite the freezing temperatures. 

In reply, he shook his head solemnly. He felt drawn out, tired and malnourished though he had no apetite to speak of. Despite this, he knew he should hunt, if there was anything to be found. He greeted Kaskara by rubbing his chin gently against her shoulder, a show of affection he wouldn't have extended to any other wolf at that time. "Hunting?" He asked, not wanting to dwell on his failure.