Neverwinter Forest Forest Sun

When the wolfess apologised, Viinturuth smiled warmly at her. "No need to be sorry," he announced, having not noticed his companion's reaction to his harmless chuckle. Viin let the silence linger then and he used this opportunity to examine the tawny creature before him, nicked and marked with battle scars. He found himself wondering where she'd come from, and why she seemed so adamant to pick up once more as a fighting wolf.

From above, tiny flurries of snow began to drift slowly toward the ground. Looking up, his pale eyes surveyed the breaks between the branches and found the sky to be overcast with the promise of a heavier snowfall. Huffing through his nostrils and not at all looking forward to a fresh load of snow on top of what they already had, Viin looked in his pack-mate's direction once again. "Care to walk with me a while? We'll freeze our tails off if we stand around here much longer," he grinned, making to turn away and begin their saunter. "What am I to call you? My name is Viinturuth."