Neverwinter Forest What happened to three?

There came a word of thanks, which was responded to by a slight nod of his head. He wondered what type of fate the boy would have met had someone else found him—Zaria in particular. Nothing good, surely, though he wouldn't bet a meal on that. In truth, he knew very little of his pack mates, as well as of what types of wolves they were. Conversing with them hadn't been his top priority as of late, so getting to know them was definitely out of the question. Perhaps he would remedy that situation soon, however, so he might not be viewed as a total outsider within the pack. It was something he'd consider, but later on. Currently, the traveler had captured his attention, for the talk of a journey never failed to intrigue him. As an adventurer himself, it made sense for him to seek the tales of others of his kind; maybe even share a few of his own in the process.

It was quickly made known that the younger had no problem with sharing information on himself. Depending on who he might encounter late on in life, such a trait could become problematic. Currently, though, Alastor was glad he possessed it. With a smile and a nod, he responded, "Officially, I'm not yet a scout, but I do wish to acquire the trade in the near future." It'd been too long since he'd decided to work towards anything, but the yearling seemed to alight the large interest he'd once had. The burning determination he'd possessed, once upon a time, back when the bypass was still whole. "Have you traveled north yet?"