Neverwinter Forest Forest Sun

Viinturuth was a creature of the night. It was the darkness he thrived in, and so spent most of the daylight hours asleep. In the early hours, with the moon still bright in the sky, the dark Frostfur prowled the forest in search of prey. Since joining the pack he'd struggled to fell a decent meal, but he was confident that luck would soon find him.

And it did, sooner than he expected. Having fallen from its nest and with no parents nearby, a plump owl chick made a very easy snack. Viin killed it swiftly and with little noise to alert any nearby caretakers, and quickly carried it away to consume the flesh in peace.

He lay in the snow as the sun began to rise, licking his paws clean of blood and downy feathers. A flick of his tongue over his jowls concluded his grooming session and, with food and his belly and his hunger satisfied for the time being, Viinturuth was looking forward to a lengthy nap in the warmth of his hollow. Gathering himself on stiff limbs and giving his muscles a good stretch, he proceeded deeper into the forest to return to his quarters.

As he sauntered, he enjoyed the scenery. Despite how unkind the Winter had been to him during his time as a lone wolf, he could not deny its beauty. The suns rays made the untouched surface of the snow glimmer, and he was loathe to disturb it. He wondered how long the ice would remain, and if it would ever be warm in the Teekon Wilds, but these thoughts dwindled as he lay his champagne gaze on the tawny form of an unknown wolf. Curious, he veered in her direction.

Viinturuth greeted the young female with a low woof and a friendly sweep of his obsidian tail, and paused nearby to observe her response.