Neverwinter Forest You can hide underneath me and come out at night

Skipping Isi to keep this going!

Mal didn't respond to Dragomir's assertion that he was alone, not that he had the chance to—no sooner had Dragomir said it than two wolves materialized from the woods. He didn't recognize the tawny male who spoke, but he recalled Arcturus with a hot flash of embarrassment from their meeting on the fringes of the pack's territory. What, he wondered, were Moonspear wolves doing out here? He hunched protectively near Isilmë and their scavenged food, glancing between the gathered parties suspiciously.

Had they followed he and his sister? Why?

That wasn't to say he was ungrateful for their interference. If Mal had any designs on the two juveniles before in spite of being outnumbered, then he would be stupid to act on them now that he was vastly outnumbered. The merle wolf had a lot to say about the wolves in his home, but once again Dragomir growled low in his throat and reminded Mal that, you're alone. Did he really think he owned this entire forest? All by himself? Even to a kid like Dragomir, the notion was laughable. The only thing a lone male like Mal had a right to by default—no different than Dragomir, or Isilmë, or any solitary wolf—was any food in his mouth.