It had only been a month or so since his banishment. Something that seemed so trivial - having feelings for someone who was like him, - had blown up into something so cataclysmic. Still, for the life of him, Riv was unable to understand it, because it was never taught to him before. It hadn't felt unnatural or like he was doing something wrong. But it had hurt, the way his parents and his leaders had looked at him.
It wasn't something he liked to think about.
The boy had travelled northward, aiming to put that behind him, but it was difficult on his own. Riven was a healer, not a fighter and not a hunter. He'd somehow managed to catch a few mice, and even an old rabbit, and hadn't starved to death. But he felt weak, and overly skinny, and cold. All that was really on his mind was how to get out of the snow.
Riven was surprised to find a young forest, filled with evergreen shrubs that were just perfect for blocking out that harsh wind and snow. The boy had raced for it and dived beneath one, shaking off a bit of the snow that still clung to his coat. His mother's half-arctic blood was helping him in his journey to not freeze to death, but it did not particularly help that he had no idea how to keep himself alive on his own. Could he treat his wounds? Sure. Would he survive the winter without freezing or starving to death? Probably not.
He'd settled halfway beneath the shrub, tail and rump still exposed to the elements. But it would do for now.