Say something, I'm giving up on you.

@Meldresi

No matter where he went, his heart always seemed drawn to Neverwinter Forest. Since his departure from the deserts of his birth, Viinturuth had not truly settled anywhere until he joined the pack of Chakra Feralheart. The proud snow queen and her vast woodland were often at the forefront of his mind following the disbanding and now, more than half a year later, Viin followed his heart and returned to the one place where he truly felt at home with the hope that his pale alphess had picked up the pieces and re-established their one powerful clan.

But he was disheartened by what he found. Instead of the strong scents of his former companions, Viinturuth found the forest to be wiped clean of any evidence that a pack once resided there. Nearby there was another, one far too close for comfort, but it was not that of his snow queen. Disheartened, the sable Frostfur turned away. If Chakra were to ever claim territory again, Viinturuth doubted very much that she would leave this one behind.

He wandered alone for several days. His former comrades were not to be found in the surrounding area of what had once been their home, and Viinturuth happened across another pack entirely by accident. Several yards from its borders, the ebony brute lingered curiously. A thorough sniff of the air alerted him to the weakness of scent marks at the territory outskirts, suggesting that their numbers were few, but this did not make him leave. Instead he remained in the vicinity, interested to know if any of these wolves knew the whereabouts of those who were once a part of Neverwinter. He did not request their presence, but merely waited to be noticed.