Neverwinter Forest hymn for the weekend

With confirmation the girl was staying – news that seemed to delight both of his boys – the large wolf gave a nod, his eyes drifting from them to study her more quietly. Pushing forward, Scimitar’s cinnamon fur brushed gently against hers, marking her with the scent of the forest and initiating her acceptance to them. Pulling forward, the regal tipped his muzzle down, nudging each boy, allowing a light grin to press at the corner of his lips. “How about we give her a tour?”
 
With that, the Frostfur began to weave toward the forest, knowing his sons would be eager to show to her their favorite places of Neverwinter Forest.