Neverwinter Forest Lover of the light.

Picking upon the fresh scent of a small mammal near the base of a tree, Viin paused briefly to scan his surroundings for signs of it having passed through recently. In the moonlight the snow's surface shimmered, clear and untouched, and he saw no tracks of another animal before him. But he could smell this creature and, when he held his breath, he swore he could hear it scuffling around somewhere. He carefully crept forward again, pausing every few seconds to listen quietly for any further sounds, but found silence enveloped the forest. If there had been an animal in the area, it was gone now.

Lifting his head, he tested the air for any other scents, but found nothing among that of pine. What did capture his attention, however, was the sound of approaching paws and the crunch of snow. Looking over a silvery shoulder, Viinturuth observed the approach of a pallid figure he at once thought might be Chakra, but as it drew nearer he realised that this wolf was far more masculine. Lowering his ears, crown and tail considerably in appropriate submission, the sable Frostfur turned to greet his pack-mate with a polite dip of his muzzle. "Good evening," he said, smiling faintly, and gave a friendly sweep of his heavy tail.