Neverwinter Forest living like we're renegades

She was large of frame and bold in stature. A stranger, a lone wolf in a forest such as this? He recalled back to those days. When he'd come here and taunted the alpha female that would later become his mate. He'd changed a lot since then, but some things were always the same. She was a lone wolf. Her frame was not as full as he imagined it could be. Hunger was the bane of a loner's existence and he could see that though she kept herself well taken care of, it was not nearly as satisfying as it might have been if she ran with a pack.

"You have the coat of late winter snow, but do not melt in this heat," he said. It was an obvious statement, but someone of her coloring was better suited for northern climates. That she would venture in this direction was a curious thing as wolves with full-grey or brown colorations tended to fair more naturally in these parts. Not that he was one to speak. His own hues didn't support much, if anything at all. Unless there was some kind of desert nearby... he'd do well there.

"What brings you to this forest?" She did not wear the perfume of any local pack. Instead she wore the scent of travels. He could see it on her. Smell it on her. The way she carried herself now suggested she was leery of any fell circumstances which suggested she'd been slighted on her earlier adventures. Guarded. Learning anything of her would be difficult.