Rise and rise again.

@Scimitar

His life was not a comfortable one. With his return to the Teekon Wilds and the discovery that Chakra Feralheart had not re-established her broken pack, Viinturuth sought the temporary shelter of another until a more solid plan could be formed. He felt like he was settling for second best, for something that could not bring him the same feeling of homeliness. He had loved and defended Neverwinter Forest with his all, bit without it's wolves there was nothing left for him there.

He was not sure what caused the pack to disband all those months ago, but Viin recalled their numbers declining gradually before the snow Queen herself took her unannounced leave. With too few wolves left and with their leader missing, those remaining had scattered. Uncertain, Viinturuth himself had vanished without a trace not long after Chakra had.

His heart yearned for the familiarity of what has once been his home. As he wandered aimlessly for no particular reason, his mind turned to his former pack-mates. Scimitar, Khotan, the beautiful Blanc. Several had come and gone, but there were a select few that he recalled vividly. He and Scim had made a powerful duo, and he wondered where the agouti brute had wound up following their alphess' departure. As the grim clouds above released a heavy downpour of rain, the sable Frostfur retreated into the cover of nearby trees. Shaking his heavy pelt of excess rainwater, he sank to his powerful haunches to rest and wait for the worst of the storm to pass.