Neverwinter Forest cry wolf

late af but i won't be in the future  

The golden lad had not found himself in the company of the other wolves of the forest. He had spent a great deal of his time on the outskirts of the pack, trying to know the nearby territory so that he was better accustomed to his surroundings. In doing so, the boy had put a distance between himself and his pack members... a decision he regretted when the call from their Alpha rang across the land. Sawyer's paws pricked with a strange nervousness and he thought for a moment to ignore it, out of fear. Realizing that it would be an irresponsible action, he began to lope towards the call. 

The golden-cloaked creature became lost numerous times. Finally, the scent of others was overpowering and he closed in on the meeting location with an apologetic and submissive flick of his tail. Finding a space towards the rear of the group, Sawyer settled to listen politely and attempted not to draw attention to himself... or his tardiness.