Neverwinter Forest I Miss the Taste of a Sweeter Life

Oh, man, that must have sucked! D:

Upon receiving a confirmation that she was, indeed, cold, he tried to mentally concoct a solution. The trees surrounding them already did well to keep majority of the winds from touching them, but clearly that alone was not enough. Again, he turned his head this way and that, eyes scouring the area in search of a makeshift shelter—or anything that would provide a barrier against the wintry breeze. It was a sad thing, the fact that items could not magically appear. Just like his first glance around, the second presented him with nothing. Subconsciously, he knew they could simply change location in the hopes of finding a place to better protect them, but he was not thinking so far ahead at the moment. The entirety of his thoughts held Hecate as the focal point, wanting to ensure his fellow foreigner did not fall ill. As if possessing minds of their own, his legs moved him closer to her with only slight hesitation. He kept himself at the side of her that would be most assaulted by any gusts of air, using his body as a shield. It was a friendly gesture, and something he wasn’t really affected by. After all, his coat was fairly thick even during the warmer months, making him the perfect space heater during the cold ones.

Alastor could not contain his excitement as she spoke, tail wagging lazily while he listened. “Είμαι σίγουρος ότι θα είναι μια χαρά με την παρουσία σας,” he returned, his words unwavering. He truly believed what he was saying, having recognized Fitz as being a kind wolf from the moment he’d first seen him. Of course, there was also the matter of Zaria, but he didn’t give her too much thought. As long as he made sure his new friend called forth the leading male, there shouldn’t be any problems—at least he hoped not. “Δεν ήμουν στην καλύτερη κατάσταση, συναισθηματικά ή σωματικά, όταν βρέθηκε από την Άλφα Fitz. Προηγούμενο πακέτο μου είχε διαλυθεί, και είχα πάρει μια πολύ μεγάλη επιτυχία από αυτή. Fitz δεν με στροφή μακριά, όμως. Αντ 'αυτού, ήταν αυτός που είχε φέρει επάνω του πακέτου, και στη συνέχεια, μου πρόσφερε μια θέση μέσα σε αυτό—μια προσφορά που είχε γίνει δεκτή.” At times, he would look back on that day, all the while wondering what the pallid man had seen in him. Why he’d been recruited despite his condition at the time, and whether or not he’d only been welcomed to serve as a placeholder.

“Τώρα, υπάρχει μια άλλη άλφα. Είναι... δεν είναι πολύ ευγενικοί. Συναντήθηκα με την μία φορά πριν ανεπίσημα, και δεν ήταν ευχαριστημένος από τη συμπεριφορά της. Το όνομά της είναι Zaria, και αυτή είναι ουσιαστικά το πολικό αντίθετο του Fitz. Εάν είστε σοβαροί για την ένταξη, και όχι μόνο λέγοντας έτσι για να με κρατήσει από την εχθρική συμπεριφορά σας, καλέστε για Fitz στα σύνορα.” The words that left his mouth were somewhat strained, for he’d wished to put extra emphasis on them. He worried of what the she-wolf would do, how she would react to a stranger at their borders. While he trusted the pale leader’s judgement, and respected his decision to take the woman as his mate and co-leader, he still could not help but be distrustful of Zaria.