Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

The woman surveyed the wood. Other than the sounds one made when eating, the world was relatively silent. Her eyes looked to find the wolf she had noted in the shadows, but none revealed themselves. That wolf she had spotted would likely have been deterred in his own approach by her summoning of her wolves. They were close enough to the Spine that they could come, take what they would, and resume their patrol seconds after.

Her mate was soon at her side. Tonravik had finished her days of wandering far from home, her sentiment mimicking his own after her scrap. That might have been a battle won for her, but if things had truly gone awry then, the lives within her would be compromised. The mother was for that reason even more wary as she looked to the wood. No doubt she felt better with Iqniq there; they could make quick work out of any who came against them.

It was then the other came out from the woodwork. Tonravik lifted her head and her lips peeled, warning him with a low, long snarl. But his posture explained he would not contest their claim to her fallen beast, so she quieted and continued to gorge. Only her pack would eat of this kill...

Though, perhaps he would join them, integrate himself in this moment into their ranks.