Neverwinter Forest Children of the Firehawk

short, sorry ;__;

the first woman snarled but lasher had his attentions trained solely upon tonravik. "yes. those who do not depart their wolves are more fit to lead than those who abandon." he was aware of her growing ire, and the wound upon his muzzle stung in a warning manner, but he stood his ground all the same, his eyes trained upon hers even as his hackles threatened to raise and display his remaining anger. 

fear roiled in his belly; he could die here, upon the slopes of this unforgiving mountain range, but he would not lie, nor would he apologize for that which he had spoken unto the savage female. yet his eyes asked her understanding, if not her forgiveness.