Snow day play

Rogue hadn't exactly been sure what to do with himself in the aftermath of Ashen's fall. He'd milled around Elysium for a while with the rest of the Klein family, but there was nothing really tying him to the pack, nothing keeping him tethered or feeling like he belonged there. Chimera's family stayed because Chimera did, but he held no love or loyalty for the man who had destroyed the only home he had ever known. So, with restless feet and brooding mind, the midnight-furred dire brute headed out to wander the wild lands on his own for gods knew how long. He just needed to get out and away to think and clear his head. Perhaps he'd find an epiphany or motivation or some sense of direction for his life while he was out, but he wasn't holding his breath. Life hadn't been exceptionally good to him when it came to giving him life plans.

Giant paws carried Rogue idly around the northern territories of Boreas. He had set out along the northern coast until he reached another pack's scent borders neighboring Elysium's, then followed along neutral territory between the three adjacent packs until he emerged on the tundras on the other side. In the dead of winter, the world was covered in a thick blanket of snow and the air had a crisp chill to it always. Thankfully, Rogue's dense coat helped keep him insulated against the elements so he wouldn't freeze to death, but fucking hell, was it cold! A light flurry of fat snowflakes had begun to fall while Rogue wandered across the open expanse of the north, heading towards a long wall erected seemingly out of nowhere in the middle of the tundra. It was a curious ruin; a relic from an ancient time, but little more. Nearby, a herd of elk were crossing casually through a missing section of the wall, so it clearly wasn't for fortification.

Furrowing his brow in curiosity at the strange structure, Rogue began to follow along the length of the wall, wondering where it might lead to. As he was passing by another open section of the wall, a glimpse of color and movement on the other side caught his attention. Lavender fur stood out against the white snow, and after doing a double take and backpedaling to get a better look, Rogue realized he recognized the wolf that lavender fur belonged to. Kaino! Rogue's expression brightened as he realized he'd stumbled upon the lovely fae that had given him quite the experience in the hot springs some seasons ago, his big bushy tail wagging eagerly behind him. He had opened his mouth to call out to her—but instead, he froze, another idea coming to mind and a playful grin crossing his lips. As quietly as he could, Rogue crept along the opposite side of the wall from her, peeking over the top every so often to make sure she was still nearby while he worked his way closer and closer to her. Once he was close enough, Rogue crouched low behind section of the wall and began to gather up the powdery snow in his sizable paws, packing it tightly into a snowball. Once he had a few of the icy projectiles, Rogue placed them atop the wall, then clambered up on top so he could get a better vantage point down on his target.

"What's up, pretty lady!" he called out to her to get her attention, then immediately followed up by chucking a snowball at her, hoping to catch her in a snowy ambush as she was turning toward him. Hopefully she liked games or else Rogue had just tremendously fucked up!

"Rogue Klein"