Neverwinter Forest I Miss the Taste of a Sweeter Life

The male could understand the pain she held, as well as the sense of loss she felt when thinking of her pack. It was a sensation he knew all too well. He’d been taken away from his birth pack, and there were times in which he feared the fate that had fallen upon them. Were they still well? Were his family members alive and happy? They were questions that filled his mind every single time he felt even an ounce of joy, but no one could provide him with any answers. He knew nothing any longer of the home he'd once treasured, the home he had once swore to protect. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t know that made him feel as if he could relate to the woman before him now. He may not have witnessed any of their deaths firsthand, but that didn’t mean lives hadn’t ended. He was unable to obtain closure, thereby sentencing him to a life of constantly feeling what Hecate currently felt.

It was then that words of wisdom were spoken, and he couldn’t help but nod in response to them. Living in the past was not an ideal thing to do, and he hoped, for her sake, she’d be able to move on someday. Not forget what happened, but accept it and know that she didn’t have to worry any longer about the lives taken away. Their souls were resting easy, awaiting their turns to be reincarnated. They were not troubled by the affairs of those currently walking the earth, so there was no reason to worry for them. They were fine, he believed, and that was what really mattered in the end.

Alastor’s thoughts were cut short as a chilled breeze passed by, ruffling his thick coat, but unable to penetrate it and reach his skin. It seemed his new acquaintance was not so lucky, however, as a shiver racked her form. “Κρυωνεις?” he asked, concern evident in his facial features. He glanced at the area surrounding them, attempting to locate a place for her to take shelter in, but came up empty-handed. Then, an idea struck him. “Ο χειμώνας είναι προ των πυλών, και θα κάνει την επιβίωση δύσκολη αν είστε μόνοι σας,” the foreigner pointed out. “Το πακέτο Είμαι μέλος της δεν είναι καθόλου τόσο μακριά. Είμαι βέβαιος ότι θα έχουμε κανένα πρόβλημα με σας καλωσορίσει στις τάξεις τους, αν θέλετε να γίνετε μέλος.” Perhaps his reasoning for placing the idea in her head was a selfish one, but he couldn’t help but do so. To have another Greek wolf around would be a pleasant thing, and so he hoped she might seek out the leaders someday in order to join.