Neverwinter Forest I'm gonna smoke you out

Wee~

Spiffing day for it, wot, Goldhawk remarked lightly as he walked with his Lord and Lady of the Forest, quite unable to let a silence linger. Oh he hushed up out of respect for the pair, of course, but Goldhawk was Goldhawk, and while they'd proved exceptionally good-natured towards him so far, Scimitar and Eshe were (unfortunately?!) quickly becoming aware that he was sprightly in character and ever so talkative. Even so, he was appreciative that the situation was a serious one. He wasn't taking it lightly, he was simply taking it the way he took everything: with a moving tongue and an eye for the jovial.

Shortly, they met with a male who smelled faintly familiar and was therefore likely to be a high-ranking wolf or guardian of Silvertip Mountain. Goldhawk fancied that his Alphas were rather more impressive-looking than this one, but he would think that, wouldn't he. The polite stranger was good-looking regardless, and had golden-moon eyes that looked like they'd be open to peace. But peace in its purest form was complex. For now, Goldhawk was silent so that his superiors could lead the way.