Neverwinter Forest A pirate's life for me

"Riv!" Turq's voice broke through the morning stillness like a bull horn. "Rivet Sarasvati DeMonte! Get your fine ass over here. I have to show you something!"

A wide grin split the tawny female's face as she faced forward again, her gemstone eyes scanning over the great forest sprrawled before her. Although it was only a forest—and she and both Rivet had grown up in forests—it was a very pretty one. That wasn't why it interested Turq, though. It was the smells, the scent of wolves in particular.

"There's a pack here," Turq said when Rivet came closer. "I know we talked about living on a mountain or somewhere besides a forest but... look at it. It's kind of gorgeous. What do you think? Should we go for it? Should we howl?" The excited Blackthorn rapidly fired the questions at her partner without pausing to give her time to answer, though she eventually ran out of breath and peered at Rivet with a glowing expression shining on her smudged face.