Neverwinter Forest Believe that time is always forever

Mason hesitated on tenterhooks for the barest of moments before slinking behind his father’s back and following his little sister. Loathe to snitch on her, nor did he wish to let her out of his sight – she was littler than him after all, in more aspects than one. He was hot on her heels within seconds, but he didn’t speak. Instead he let June lead the way and followed a few paces behind, letting her take her own path whilst he offered silent support.

It appeared they were heading after one of the newest members, into the trees of the forest. Mason sniffed in deeply when they hit the pine tree fringe. It was majestic and a little bit scary when he looked right up to the tops of those trees, and imagined how many years it took for them to grow. Generations of wolf-pee would adorn the tree’s bark from the very tip to the bottom; thoughts of this nature caused nature to call and Mason trotted sideways towards a tree and cocked his leg to squirt a yellow stream at the giant trunk. 

Upon finishing his wee, he looked around to see June had continued on add she had stumbled upon the wolf in question. Her pale form was stealthing towards Alastor, cracking numerous twigs as she went. Mason dashed after her – thanks to his stumpy legs he was already lower to the ground than most his size, but he attempted to slink even lower as he caught up and tiptoed the last few metres to the two wolves. 

He was near enough to catch the cadence of June’s voice and Mason whispered to her as he looked up at Alastor “Huntin’, right? Can we help?”