Neverwinter Forest I Miss the Taste of a Sweeter Life

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To stay in a single place for a long period of time was far from being a specialty of his. Even during the gelid months of fall and winter, he couldn’t contain himself to a single location for long. Though he believed staying within the pack’s boundaries might be for the better, that wasn’t enough to keep him from leaving. He was getting too close to them, after all, and was beginning to truly feel at home amongst them. That was something he couldn’t allow to happen, less he wanted to be left behind again. It was thoughts like that, ones centered on being abandoned that caused a shiver to make its way down his spine. He could not afford to be left behind again, to have to set out a find another pack to join. The Greek wasn’t so sure his heart would be able to take it, thus he kept himself as distanced as he could get away with. That often led to him lingering around the borders and, such as he’d done not too long ago, crossing over them.

Alastor trekked through the forest that laid at the base of the mountain, nothing planned other than a quest for some time to himself. It felt strange to him, the solitary life he’d confined himself to. By nature, the Greek was a social being, always so cheerful and ready to brighten up someone’s mood, but it seemed like those days were far behind him. Nowadays, his own mood shifted depending on how well he could act out false emotions, and on how much time he’d give himself away from the other wolves of Silvertip. His mood was brightened more so than usual as he wandered deeper into the woods, the distance between himself and the pack’s land doing well on his mental and emotional health. A content sigh escaped him, the first one in a long while, as he walked aimlessly. He did not bother with intentionally keeping himself quiet, since he was not out to hunt, track, or anything else of the sort. The male was simply out to take in a breath of fresh air, though his originally intentions were tossed away when he heard an unfamiliar voice.

Along with the unknown voice came words he didn’t know, each one sounding far more different than the last. One of the words, however, stood out to him, catching his attention right off the bat and pushing him to move forward. His earlier worries were forgotten and his eyes seemed to beam with joy as he spotted the female, one question quickly making its way out of his maw; “Μπορείτε μιλούν την Ελληνική γλώσσα ;”