Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

Moose was quite good. It'd been a while since he'd dined upon one of their leggy kind. They were difficult to take down. All hoof and height and antler made for a tougher sport. This one? He smirked, his eyes flickering in the direction of his mate with a certain pride before he buried his head in tattered flesh. Tonravik was certainly something. None could match her prowess nor her determination once her mind was set on something. He liked that about her.

He also liked that Kroc was quick to sputter out their rules. The Spine took their borders seriously. If a wolf wanted in audience of them, it was always better to request one on neutral lands. The borders were close. Too close. They took them very seriously. Borders, and their kills. Tonravik's hostility increased as her patience began to wear thin. The teen wolf stepped back again. Smart boy.

"Call. If I'm within earshot, I will answer." He saw no harm in it. The boy seemed genuinely curious and if there was any flicker of a doubt as to his sincerity, Kerosene had no qualms with agreeing to an escort. He had every desire in the world to remain alive when his children were born. Extra precautions were something he could agree with full heartedly. He hoped, when that discussion arose, Tonravik would feel the same. He turned his attention more completely towards the golden wolf. "Someplace neutral," he reiterated before turning his nose back towards the kill. The boy's time here had expired.