Neverwinter Forest to take

She had come back to the little ringlet of squat mountains again, though she could not fully understand why. Having poked around their borders once before, Echelon had never found anything. She had never really seen any of the wolves that may or may not have lurked between its proverbial closed doors, but she knew they were there.

Just like she knew in a way, in the depths of such an overgrown and monolithic wood, she was not alone. Not truly. Things had been quiet and her previous folly of stirring trouble across the countryside had grown boring to her. Echelon wanted something else, something with more purpose and meaning to it. Tonravik had been busy looking for something else, something more attuned to her features, but Echelon found herself none too interested in those ventures. The mountain they had been resting upon was now of no interest, as they had begun scouring the flatlands and beyond for something else.

Slipping through the tangle of greenery in full bloom, the lithe wolf lingered as she paused to take in the smells of the place. Of the old wood and dankness; of the flowers that had begun their slow bloom into existence. But also, she checked the air for any sign of the wolves from the mountain, the wolves that she had enticed one day and never again.