Neverwinter Forest Hear Hear!

The weeks inside the den had been peaceful - but outside, storm raged and intense cold ravished their land without mercy. Prey was frozen in place, plants having not been granted to shed their leafs when already frost took them over. Terrible - even if the wolf was designed to hunt in winter and its paws were crafted so that they would not sink away in the snow. Not even Ondine's northern genes and coat could stop the cold - and she was never apart from her little one for long. Now that Daddy was the sole leader of Neverwinter Forest, she had to take care of little Arrille. And she did - quite successfully so, if one were to ask the new mother.

On that cold winter day, she opened her eyes and heard the cutest little sound she had heard in a while. She had heard other women talk about how children were noisy, but she had had no problems with it. Perhaps that was because only one healthy boy had survived... Whatever it was, the point was that she was not bothered by Arrille's noises.

Her bi-colored eyes stared at her little one - he was obviously reacting to something. Goodmorning, little Arrille... She whispered, letting her warm breath stroke his handsome face.