Neverwinter Forest cry wolf

Goldhawk gave a nod of appreciation at Scimitar's words, but appreciated it all the more when the tone grew cute. Very cute. Because look — puppies! Though the warrior bard had paid them little heed so far, now he smiled and lowered his form to look at them from their own height. The first of the first generation to be born among Neverwinter's cool trees and fallen leaves. They were a special brood sure enough.