The decision to part with Venia Dei and the wolves the young Princeling had come to know as family - blood or not - had not been made with any sort of ease. It had been a contemplation within Muninn’s mind ever since Cyprus and Hamied had left. The idea kept him awake late at night, when Hugin snored softly in the corner of the den the twins had shared - weighing the pros and cons as Osiris weighed one’s heart; though morbidly less poetic it was realistically more comparable to a itch he could not seem to get rid of despite how often he scratched at it. It was not as if Muninn had been cursed with a horrible childhood - on the contrary Isi and Phoebe Frostfur (nee. DiSarinno) were probably the most loving parents Muninn knew of (even though he did not have many sets of parents to compare them too); and it wasn’t as if he were a spoiled child who left to sulk and brood because he did not have the best chance at leadership, either. He had been given as an equal shot as any of his other siblings - rather he had shrugged off the chance, more content to watch his siblings rival and bicker over it than join in. Muninn was no stranger to ambition, it was true, but he did not want to burden the legacy of his parents, as vast and great as it was. His sharp, witty, cynical and silver tongue portrayed him as the black sheep of the DiSarinno-Frostfur clan. Munnin stood out like a sore thumb among his realtives - even against his twin who bore the inky coat of the DiSarinno line. They either seemed to take after Phoebe or Isi. Though Muninn was built exactly like the Huntsman, even having been graced with his golden eyes, the outcast bore an unmatched silken coat of platinum silver.
Eventually, after letting the idea fester like an open wound until he felt like he could take it no more, Muninn broke down and spilled the idea to Hugin. Hugin had been all for the idea as far as Muninn was concerned, but had not followed in Muninn’s steps, instead electing to stay behind and help their parents with Venia Dei. Though the journey left Muninn with much loneliness he braved on, reminding himself that he had only ever been Isi’s favorite when they were training, and Phoebe’s when Muninn was actively demanding the attention he sought with vehemence. Phoebe had always been easier to hook in then Isi had been. Following the romance of love, adventure, and independence that allured to Muninn, it had not taken him long to realize that reality was stark, and more so seemingly unforgiving. It was cold without the warmth of Hugin’s body pressed beside his own, the dangers uncertain and potent without the security of the pack. In so many words, the journey had been hard on Muninn, whom had begun to face the realization that perhaps he had been more spoiled than he had initially liked to boast.
Salvation had been found on the doorstep of Neverwinter Forest, given generously by it’s sole leader, who had called herself Chakra Fearlheart. Shaking his head of this rampant and errant thoughts, Muninn pushed himself to his paws to stretch, figuring he could contribute by patrolling the borders, and providing he found enough - catch something to add to one of the pack’s food caches. It was important, Muninn could practically hear his mother saying, to keep them full in winter. Pause in step was given as he wondered, a stray wisp of his previous thoughts tugging at the edges of his mind, if Cyprus and Hamied had made it to this place (where ever exactly here was), though if his siblings had no trail had remained to make it so. Pressing forward with a sense of urgency, Muninn began his sweep of the borders, all senses awakened and alert. |