Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

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Once more, the white she-wolf spoke first, issuing a curt warning which Impala received with a nod. They seemed an aggressive pack, so the news that they did not welcome outsiders even on their outskirts came as no surprise. He wondered how many more they numbered, though before the yearling could delve too far into his thoughts, the red wolf spoke. He told Impala he could call for him from a neutral location, which caused the youthful hunter's heart to skip a beat, even if he did not receive a name.

"Thank you for your time," were his final words before Impala bowed his head and retreated quietly and hastily. He headed in no particular direction and, for a change, did not pay much attention to his surroundings. He pictured his father's face and tried to decide how, when and where to call for him. He wondered what sort of relationship, if any, they could forge, especially because the yearling could not swear his loyalty in good faith.

The trees thinned and he felt sunlight dappling his golden back. Impala paused, tipping his snout skyward to peer at the slivers of blue between the evergreen branches. Slowly, he lowered himself onto his haunches. The woods remained still and quiet around him as the young hunter decided what move to make next. He had located his sire. Perhaps he should return to Blackthorn Clan with the news, then speak with Cathal about what to do next: stay with the family who had raised him or perhaps embark on a new path...

After a quarter of an hour, he jumped to his feet and began to gallop away from his mother's former home in Neverwinter Forest, dark gray eyes focused on the long road ahead of him.