Upon taking the northwestern pathways, a pleasantly cool breeze rushed over the coat of the large wolf, Creed. The lone wolf, who released a sigh of satisfaction from his lungs. He enjoyed the cool, frigid air that danced along his thick coat, and filled his lungs with an almost satisfying chill. In truth to him, the cold felt like home. It was clear that the brute was much more comfortable in areas like this than others.

Creed has been in the move for some time now, having heard word of a known pack within the farthest reaches of the northern region. One cut off from the mainland, only accessible when the tide was at its lowest. Meaning it be more of a relatively safe location compared to other pack lands, catching his interest than most other groups of wolves. He traveled in the hopes to join such a enclosed pack.

Having made his way around the eastern side of the Frostfang Vale, a great, vast lake came into view. Along with a wide open tundra. The almost blinding white of the fallen snow, against the contrast of the darker, bone chilling waters. Well it was beautiful to say the least.

Approaching the vast waster source, deep, crimson red eyes shined within the golden light of the falling sun. But it was that falling light that illuminated a silhouette in the distance. Another wolf.

Creed was no fool. Knowing better than to surprised a stranger, he stopped where he stood, reared his head back. Offering a deep, bone chilling howl that echoed across the frozen plains. The howl itself offered no ill intent. No malice, no aggression. Just a simple greeting.

He wasn’t quick to approach. He in fact sat in the snow, waiting for a response from this stranger.

Devika