Suffering at it's most

Virion turned into the remains of the orchard, with a healthy blanket of snow laying across the ground and a fine line across the tree branches. Someone might describe the sight as something beautiful, something winter-wonderland-ish. But not Virion. Virion found the season distasteful, like every other season, for even though the cool temperatures eased the massive man's heated frame, the deeper snow bundles made it hard to catch food and hard for him to travel with his slaves. Every season was like this for the male; every up had it's downs, much like the life he knew. There ways something bothering him these days, that is what caused him to venture away from his beloved slaves, even if for just a moment. He needed space, to think and plan out his moves, to determine what was to come next.

But it seemed like fate was at it again, always toying with the miserable man. For he would stumble upon the company of another wolf among the trees. True, Virion could have just as easily turned back around and not have interacted with him at all. But where was the fun in turning down fate? "You wouldn't happen to be a tradesmith? Come to give me more mead than I can drink?" He would call out, a rather informal greeting he would admit but one that gave him a small amount of pleasure. A grin would pull at his lips as he chuckled to himself, letting his massive frame lean against a weary tree, making it whine at it struggled to support his weight.