The canyon, made up of bloodred hues as the evening sun continued to descenf beyond the nearby spires, was like nothing Viinturuth had ever seen before.
He explored it with burgundy eyes wide, glistening with quiet wonder at each new sight. The ground was soft beneath his paws, dry and cool against travel-wor pads, and he was reminded at once of his time spent on the Northern shores. Viinturuth had lived there briefly with Tegan and his side piece - Margaritaville, or whatever fucking stupid name they'd called it - before they reunited further inland. The pallid Frostfur-Mayfair snorted a laugh to himself, content with the fond memories he carried of his friends.
Things had been decent where they were now, at Triquetra. Now that things had taken a wrong turn and not exactly the way he hoped on arrival to Swiftcurrent Creek, Viin wished he'd just shrugged off the itch to check in with estranged family and stayed put. It wasn't perfect there, sure, but he'd been welcome and respected (at least, so he thought), despite the sheer lack of she-wolves that were worthy of his attention.
Nah, he would be fine without them all. He would think of this as a new adventure, a route toward his own happily ever after - one he would make on his own.
He explored it with burgundy eyes wide, glistening with quiet wonder at each new sight. The ground was soft beneath his paws, dry and cool against travel-wor pads, and he was reminded at once of his time spent on the Northern shores. Viinturuth had lived there briefly with Tegan and his side piece - Margaritaville, or whatever fucking stupid name they'd called it - before they reunited further inland. The pallid Frostfur-Mayfair snorted a laugh to himself, content with the fond memories he carried of his friends.
Things had been decent where they were now, at Triquetra. Now that things had taken a wrong turn and not exactly the way he hoped on arrival to Swiftcurrent Creek, Viin wished he'd just shrugged off the itch to check in with estranged family and stayed put. It wasn't perfect there, sure, but he'd been welcome and respected (at least, so he thought), despite the sheer lack of she-wolves that were worthy of his attention.
Nah, he would be fine without them all. He would think of this as a new adventure, a route toward his own happily ever after - one he would make on his own.
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