Buried in the silence of a snowstorm

Outlaw was a wildly curious teenager, and hated not knowing things. Staying in a corner of the lands with strange new dogs was driving him insane, and so he ventured out across the land, uncaring as to what Spectre or DM or JD might think of him being so curious. Soon he caught scent of a wolf. As he had only had one or two experiences with them so far, he was wary as to go meet them or not. The wolves at the battle had been strong and fierce, fed not with medications and kibbles, but the blood of another dead creature. In a moment Outlaw decided to follow it. Soon when he was close, he smelled... Dogmeat? Why was the king here? He quickened his pace, and soon he found them. There stood the king, while a grey female wolf lied under a fir. He stepped in a puddle and walked over to Dogmeat, shaking his wet paw. "Hello, King. Why are you here?" He asked DM with a respectful dip of his head. His haunted brown eyes flitted towards the woman lying under the tree, noticing a different scent on her than usual. It made something awaken inside of him.