Neverwinter Forest Believe that time is always forever

While the male had, somehow, been unable to hear the children following him away from the mountain, the snapping of twigs coming from behind him did not go unnoticed. Before the girl had voiced her question, he’d turned his head in order to look back over his shoulder. His muscles, which had tensed slightly when he’d heard the noises, relaxed once he’d noticed who was there. Though he had yet to officially meet either of the children, he knew enough to recognize them when he saw them. Before he was given the chance to answer her question, the boy had come up and answered for him. To which, he gave a slight shake of his head. “Tracking,” he answered, careful to keep his voice down low, just in case the deer were closer than he’d thought. Hunting had crossed his mind, but without the assistance of another, doing so wouldn’t end with favourable results. Turning around entirely, then, he gave the siblings a closer look, thinking over the idea of them helping out. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, but also didn’t want to disappoint them.
 
“We can try to catch something instead,” he offered, having decided on something. “Both of you must promise not to get too close if the prey lashes out first, though.” Alastor didn’t want either of them to get hurt. Not only were they the offspring of his leader, but they were also still just children, and he didn’t want any harm to befall them—especially not under his watch.