May Your Sorrows Have a Name

This is short, sorry!

Viinturuth moved carefully through the snow, and was glad to see the other male veer his way and aid in closing the distance between them. He'd been far from Samarkand's deserts for several months now, but navigating through the snow was still proving to need further practice. Viin was sure-footed and graceful when walking on sand, but Winter's elements were a whole different story.

"I'm Viinturuth," he said, offering a friendly sweep of his tail as he eyed his raven-furred companion. Luka was roughly his size, but leaner, and of lesser rank. "I saw you pass through and thought I'd come introduce myself. There are still plenty of Neverwinter wolves I haven't met yet." He beamed then, glad to be adding another name to his growing list of pack-mates.