Things you can't change

Kai wore a slightly uncharacteristic frown as he sauntered through the oak forest. While such a sullen look wasn't exactly becoming of him, it was growing harder and harder lately to keep from feeling down. Once he joined Winterfell for two raids, and hopefully stirred up something interesting in the meantime, he'd be free from their clutches - but until then, he felt uneasy. He had no real ties here, though the north was his domain and definitely where he preferred to spend most of his time. So why did staying here feel so constricting? Not here, in this exact forest, but nearby.

At least this was a break from the barrage of Winterfell wolves that he often found himself trying to avoid, when his mood didn't suit the company of others.

He wasn't quite sure how he was feeling today in regards to strangers. Perhaps company might be appealing, but then again... the wrong type of company might be worse than utter solitude. A snort echoed from deep in his nose as he pressed on, trampling over long-decayed foliage in search of something of interest. While he'd eyed the strangely stacked tree branches, considering how some wolves might be able to navigate them with ease, he was decidedly not one of those wolves and as foolish as he could be at times, he knew better than to put himself directly in harms way.

Staying close to the ground was a much better option. Pausing to nose at a large root protruding from the frozen soil, he made to jostle it lightly with one of his tusks before deciding no wolf could possibly make the massive thing budge. He sniffed deeply at it before lifting his head and continuing on, slowly ambling through the towering trees as he cast his silver gaze off into the distance, aimless and unfocused.