Neverwinter Forest cry wolf

Rian had taken to chewing on a piece of bone he'd found outside the den — his back pressed against the tree that green had begun to sprout upon, the piece of bone wedged between his paws as he gnawed and worried it, suckling the marrow from it as Szabala and Dublin romped around with one another. Eimear had been sleeping when the mighty call had sounded. Rian's ears had perked though it was not until Kaskara rose to her paws that Rian hurried to copy her and jumped to his own abandoning his treat. He spared it only a quick look over his shoulder as they were guided to where the call had arisen from and but his intrigue for where they were going and why beat out his desire to go back for it. Besides, no one would be around to steal it.

Wolves had already gathered by the time the family had came upon the meeting place. Rian studied them all with unbidden curiosity and a subtle weariness towards those that he was unable to recognize. “Waas?” He gurgled to Kaskara in what he thought was a whisper of his baby speech what's going on — though Rian's understanding of speaking in a whisper was not that great and thus his “whisper” was no doubt loud enough for everyone to hear. Yet, he arranged himself by his siblings, settling down upon his haunches, his eyes taking everything in as he waited for the proceedings to begin; though admittedly, Ri had no idea what he was actually waiting for.