Neverwinter Forest black leaf

She drew another shaky breath as the scarred male offered his quiet thanks. A quick nod of acknowledgement was given, but October fell silent. Her gaze fell feebly to his snowy paws while her thoughts whirled. Neverwinter’s recent events had created the most turmoil the young woman had ever known in her short life. Coming to terms with everything… she knew not if her heart would ever fully heal.
 
The Alpha’s somber remark struck a chord of remembrance and she lifted her eyes to his dismal face once more. “I’d like to visit Donnelaith and give them the news,” she said. “One of their members came to tell us when their own patriarch passed away. I think we should do the same.” She didn’t know all the details of the packs’ relationship or what sort of alliance Scimitar may have forged with Donnelaith. Still, if honoring the relations between the packs meant honoring Scimitar’s legacy, October was completely willing.
 
It was in that moment that she realized she wasn’t speaking to an ordinary pack mate; it was her new Alpha who stood before her then, and as much as she resented the occasions that had led to his rise in power, she knew she needed to be cooperative. “With your permission, of course,” she tacked on, perhaps somewhat lamely.