Neverwinter Forest The place the eye does not see.

She softened, and answered his question vaguely. Talion supposed she might have the luxury of time to look for a suitable group to band, where he felt he would struggle to continue searching. How would one even know that their chosen pack to be "right" anyway? He hadn't really considered the strong possibility that he might not get a long with the established wolves, but he hoped he could integrate himself and truly be one of them.

Whisper mentioned the herd he said he'd been tracking earlier, and his blue eyes lit up. His smile returned and his tail whipped to attention, sweeping the air at his rear. "Thank you," he chipped, grateful for the tip, and made to excuse himself: "it was nice meeting you, but I should get going!"

He gathered himself then, striding past the golden female to lope in the direction she claimed to have seen the herd travel in.