The winter sun glinted off the first snow of the season in the free lands, but the paws that left prints in their wake came from the realm where snow came earlier in the year. High in the mountains there was almost always some trace of snow, peaks capped nearly year round, but in the late weeks of autumn the snow truly flew. The three brothers loped across the flat landscape fringing the lake now, the dusting of snow hardly bothering them as they made their way. It had taken some time, but Rhaegal had finally harried his brothers into leaving the pack lands in search of something to do. They had not traveled Moladion together since Daenerys had taken back their family's home, and with enough reminders of what they'd seen and done during the year of Spirane's downfall Viserion and Drogon had agreed to go wandering with him once more.

They had no reason to veil their numbers by moving single file, and so Rhaegal led at point with Viserion and Drogon flanking him to either side. Three sets of paw prints trailed out of Spirane and along paths that led towards the fields surrounding Ruieze Lake. The lightly falling snow was quick to mask the evidence of their travel, and thus also hid the prints of another wolf who had left the mountainous realm ahead of them. Each of their pelts was peppered with snowflakes that clung fast to create light shawls over their backs. But they kept moving, occasionally nipping at one another and romping about, the cool weather drawing out a desire to spar and test one another's place in their little hierarchy.

Rhaegal ramped up onto his hind legs, forelegs wrapped around Drogon's neck while Viserion grabbed his gray brother's tail and tugged on it to distract him. Meanwhile Drogon dipped his head down and turned into Rhaegal's dominant display, biting at the thick fur of his neck. Growls reverberated between the three brothers, but it was the howl of another that put an end to their rather tame spar. Viserion released Rhaegal's tail and bounded forward a couple steps in the direction of the call, while Drogon released his hold on his brother's neck. For good measure, Rhaegal lingered over the largest male for a moment, asserting his place as the top dog among them before dropping back to the ground with his tail waving out behind him. "Shall we?" He grinned at his brothers, knowing Viserion would gladly amend their plans to check out what was going on, while Drogon might take a little more convincing if they stood around debating for too long.

So he took off, Viserion glancing back at Drogon for a moment before loping off to catch up with Rhaegal. A heavy sigh escaped the black brother, but rather than turning back to return to Spirane on his own, he indulged his siblings. His gait was heavier and slower, but by the time the trio arrived on the scene of the gathering they were all together once more. They jogged into the company of the other wolves present, and Rhaegal's head lifted slightly as he peered towards the first two females who had arrived with a smile. An ear flicked towards Navarre absently, but most of his attention was given to the two females. "Good day, I'm Rhaegal; I didn't catch your names," he introduced himself with a dashing smile. Drogon and Viserion flanked their brother, remaining close but allowing some distance to grow between them as each wolf's attention became focused throughout the group. "And I am Viserion," the white fringed blonde male said, his molten gaze drawn to the third female who seemed to have arrived shortly before them. His nostrils flared, thinking there was something familiar about her, but not sure what as he couldn't get a good read on her scent from this distance.

Drogon held his tongue, coming to a stop even as his brothers continued to move into the gathering to greet the other wolves present. His blood red gaze was fixated on the dark male who stood off to the side of the group, seeming to engage with himself more so than the other wolves present. Something didn't feel quite right there...