Rise and rise again.

His heart lurched within his chest to learn that there were no other wolves of Neverwinter left in the Wilds, and Viinturuth frowned deeply. He'd not been particularly close to any of the others and hadn't built with them any solid bonds like the one he had with Scimitar, but it pained him all the same to know that those he'd once considered brothers were no longer around to even entertain the possibility of re-establishing their pack.

That was not all that the agouti brute had to say, however, and what came next caused his his brows to lift. Viin's ears pressed forward and he gawked at Scimitar for a few long, silent moments as he tried to get his head around the possibility that their former leader had been snatched beneath their noses. How could that have gone amiss? How did no one notice, until it was too late? Mentally kicking himself, Viinturuth's guilt gripped him tightly, and he felt great remorse over his prior suspicion that Chakra had abandoned them.

"I would never have thought her capable of capture," he murmured, looking down. Chakra Feralheart had been a fierce, powerful wolfess. She would not have gone willingly, nor without a fight. But had she been slaughtered, and dragged off? There were many possibilities, and Viinturuth was angry that he did not investigate in the same way that Scimitar had. Instead, he'd simply jumped to conclusions. "I am sorry, that I did not pursue her alongside you. Perhaps things might have been different." Perhaps not. He did not know, but it was too late now.