Wild Berry Meadow Despite

When Talion picked up Wraen's trail heading out of Moonspear, he followed it. Curious as to where she might be heading and wondering if she might wish for company, the peppered Roux-Abrhen ventured from his new home for the first time since joining its ranks. He supposed a change of scenery would do him good considering his recent low mood, and he was keen to get to know his ash-pelted comrade better. He hoped they might be firm friends in time, as he longed to be part of the tight-knit, solid kinship that he'd observed among the already established wolves of the mountain.

Unable to keep up, for he was continuously distracted by new sights and signs of prey, the young hunter only managed to find his pack-mate within his sight when he loped along a worn deer trail that he assumed Wraen to have followed. Pricking his obsidian lobes, he heard her voice not far off and picked up his pace, trotting across the frozen snow and earth to greet her - and another, he noted - with a friendly lash of his feathery tail.