Neverwinter Forest cry wolf

The girl heard her father’s call rise to the air, and while hesitant to join only in the sense that she had avoided him since arriving, there would be no excuse to miss the pack meeting. Resolved to this fact, the bi-toned girl loped toward the clearing Scimitar’s voice had rung through, and upon entering the clearing, noted a few others had already come upon him. She only recognized one – Njal, and with a tip of her muzzle in respect to Scimitar, the Frostfur daughter did greet her father, albeit stiffly, with a gentle nudge to his cheek before settling away from him.

Settling down, the girl’s tail wrapped about her pristine ivory paws, and her aqua eyes nonchalantly studied her fellow companions as they arrived, awaiting the start of the meeting they were gathering for.