May Your Sorrows Have a Name

Fading!

The sable male introduced himself as Luka, and Viin dipped his muzzle politely. "Likewise," Viin said in response to the comment that it was nice to meet him, and he meant it sincerely; having not come across many wolves from Neverwinter, it was a personal goal of his to attempt building bonds with each of his comrades.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything, by the way," the swarthy brute offered, somewhat apologetically, and when it became apparent that he had not intruded, he smiled warmly. "In that case, I don't suppose you'd like to accompany me in pursuit of a lone deer that passed through here recently? Might be a good idea to stock up the caches some more, to let the meat freeze until the Spring thaw." Waiting long enough to hear Luka's opinion, Viinturuth turned to lead the way in the direction of their prey, eager to resume the chase.