Neverwinter Forest cry wolf

Sleepy and doe-eyed, Eimear was roused with her siblings and prodded to her feet by the nudging of her brother's round head. While the others waddled along, she struggled a little too, but lagged behind the lot of them. It took them time to reach the meeting spot — not that Eimear knew what this place was, or why they were there. She was tired as they came to a halt. Tired of walking, and murmuring some sad little noises to herself. She wedged herself up against Szabala given the first opportunity, and there she rested, staring over her wiry bits of fur that blurred across her vision.