A winter feast

Vincenzo had a grin on his face as he headed toward the summoning. His spar had gone decently enough and he was now a member of the Vyper pack. Finally, a fresh start. However, the scarred man couldn't help but wonder if this might be some sort of betrayal in the eyes of the Fratelli Rossi… what was left of them anyway but as far as he knew he was the only member that remained in Boreas. The others had scattered to the wind seasons ago. He hoped that Basileus was doing well wherever he was.

Vincenzo eyed the gathering of wolves that, for now, were strangers though he hoped to see them as packmates soon, though he wondered if they would ever feel like family and if he would ever dare to feel a bond like that again with another group of wolves. Dipping his head in greeting to Xephyris he settled down a little ways away from the group. He didn't feel like going out of his way to get to know anyone just yet, still feeling embarrassed by his failings with English. He was getting better and basic phrases were easy enough but beyond rehearsed questions he found himself struggling.

"Why"