Neverwinter Forest cry wolf

Keiran shushed him and though it was hardly in a manner that was aggressively reprimanding, Rian's ears slicked back to his skull and his shoulders dropped in obedience. He hadn't gotten into trouble per say but it was close enough to trouble for the curious little king to kind of deflate even when he felt his father's muzzle brush over the top of his head. To show that there was no lingering hard feelings his tail gave a few wags but he kept to his silence, biting his bottom lip to resist the urge to voice his questions to his mother. He understood some words that his uncle spoke, though even if he understood more than he let on he found his attention wandering to the wolves that had gathered, taking them in one by one, finding that he barely recognized any of them.