Neverwinter Forest living like we're renegades

He moved, expanding his patrols into the nearby forests. In all of their history, the Spine received the most visitors from that direction. The forest was appealing. It's thick bows and unspoken history attractive to anyone who wandered or roamed. And with the heat of the summer? The shade from the trees was a blissful thing. His pelt was not nearly so dark as many that he knew, but the heat effected him all the same.

This forest was something of a blessing. He lowered his nose, picking up fresh scents of deer and rabbits and various other forest creatures who'd passed this way. The scents were both fresh and old, suggesting this particular location was within a shared range. So many prey were left unconcerned by such things as they scavenged after different plants. Still, he liked to keep tabs on what lingered so close. His pack was strong and they were many. It took far more to feed their number now than it had before, but they were adapt and capable. He worried not.

In his travelings he found scent of a stranger. His nose lifted, curious, and he altered his course somewhat to intercept it... or rather not. A few minutes travel and he spied the white female lingering in the distance. He stepped purposefully, letting his foot fall on a twig, snapping it as he continued on his way.