Neverwinter Forest cry wolf

Goldhawk stirred up a small cloud of dust as he skidded to a halt. He'd been midway through his daily training, sprinting the east border and then engaging in a bit of the old shadow boxing, wot wot. But he was all too happy to interrupt himself, for his Lord had just sent up a broad summoning — and unless he was very much mistaken, there was no great sorrow in that howl.

The golden wolf arrived swift and sprightly, and bowed low to Scimitar, ears flat, chest puffed and poncey. He stood near his friend Astra, and threw her a flashy smile.