Nova Peak keep the rage tender

The day had only just begun when his journey was continued, the yearling having turned from a mound in the snow to a burly wolf. He’d lost track of the time passed since his departure from the summit, knowing only that he’d yet to find any traces of his sister. Even after returning to the last place he’d seen her, too much time had gone by, her scent barely there; it had cut in and out, leaving him unable to pinpoint an exact location of departure. He’d decided that he was only wasting time by remaining there, possibly allowing for an even greater amount of space to grow between his wayward sibling and himself, and so the area was abandoned. Continuing through the snow, determination fueled his weary limbs and eventually carried him right back into the same lands he’d left so many months ago.

Guided by nothing but a gut feeling, the boy’s ascent of the mountain began just as the world began to enter darkness. Oftentimes he stopped, sniffing the air and earth—anything, really—in search of something that resembled his sister, only to come up empty every time. Unfazed by the lack of findings, he trudged through the snow without any further halts. When he stopped again, it was due to the presence of a coyote, its scent having been growing stronger with each step he took. Huffing, he silently prepared himself for the encounter, hoping that they’d do nothing more than pass one another by; he did not fear the lesser canines, viewing them as more of a nuisance than a threat. Yet, as he continued, something else stood out: a wolf. The scent, previously masked by the coyote’s odour, was vaguely familiar, but not enough for him to get excited or really even acknowledge the familiarity. With newly cautious steps, Hvitserk crept closer, rounding a disturbance in the path and seeing at last what he’d been smelling.

Against the blanket of snow stood a darkened mass, the way it interrupted the white noticeable even under the gloom of the night. From afar, he couldn’t recognise the other, nor did he make any attempt at getting a closer look, instead scanning the area for a smaller creature. Pointing his nose up into the oncoming breeze, he found the odour to be waning. Deciding that the presence of two wolves must have frightened the creature, he lowered his muzzle back to its original place and began moving again, letting out a low wuff as he ventured nearer to the dark mass. Lacking the intention of going around the other, he figured he would at least let his presence be known, giving her the option to do what he would not.