Neverwinter Forest an eidolon named night

The state of dreams that had previously befallen him clung to him like a thin cloud, though his burning eyes blinked as they focused more closely upon the youthful Cypress. The boy hedged an answer – admitting nothing, but hinting toward something that unsettled him, and sweeping his muzzle forward, as the boy angled in toward his side.
 
The question was one that surprised him given the time of day – though he was also keenly aware from his litter prior the certain competitiveness that could stem from young cubs as they grew and began to understand hierarchy and the ways of the wolf more – more than enough times had his previous brood tested themselves against one another, and more than enough times had they sought the comfort of their parents as they found their place. Cypress and Rannoch were closer to one another than his previous litter though – both held the same interest, and both shadowed each other.
 
“You’re not done growing yet, son,” he murmured, his nose inching down to nudge at the top of the boy’s head. “And even if you are smaller – you can still be the mightiest protector this forest has ever seen. There have been wolves half my size who have defeated me in spars,” he noted quietly, recalling how many times Bazi had tactically outplayed him.
 
But it was the final question – followed with a stream if uncertainty in the form of tears and a hiccup for added effect that stirred the agouti wolf to close his form more closely around the boy, protecting him from all else he could in that moment. “Your mother and I have never been prouder of you both already,” he assured, his heart aching as he could hear Eshe’s quiet breath as she slept. She would have been far better at this kind of talk – but surely he could ensure his love for his son would never sway?