Neverwinter Forest kill the messenger

i'm hopeful the cattle — for there was no other word he had to explain the big beasts that roamed the plains. it doesn't quite fit them right but it's the best he could do. are big enough to scare away most opposition. but not all. never all.

the cattle, in arktos' mind would become apart of the pack in their own way. integral and important to their survival. their fur would make beds and their meat would feed them. we'll share their land, keep 'em safe and cull their herd of the weak, sick and old. a symbiotic relationship that would serve both predator and prey.

this, arktos' been chewing on for a while, like a toothpick that'd long since should've been reduced to splinters.

while you do that, i'll get word out. recruit, if i can, he's thoughtful, considering. how do we feel about displaced families? pregnant women? cubs besides our own could ensure a future, it was a gamble, of course, but so was everything else. and it's going to need a name. our home. a name was more likely to stick in the mind of others over an idea.