Neverwinter Forest a thousand rubies, sometimes more

It was good to know that there were other Neverwinter wolves as keen as he was, but he wasn't surprised. This was a promising pack with a level-headed pair of Alphas. Loyalty was inspired by the very smell of the grass. Goldhawk had been about to invite the charmingly smiley female to join him in patrol when another figure walked on the scene — a male this time, a different shade of brown to the other but just as rich. He returned the respectful nod, and tilted his ear to introductions. Kaskara and Kieran O'Malley, was it?

Sergeant Horatio Finnian Sanders at your service, he introduced himself to them both with a flourish, but you're quite welcome to call me Goldhawk. Having raised his golden muzzle from a short bow of gracious greeting, he gestured that the three of them walk together. Three strapping wolves like them were wasted hanging around like a trio of chatty grannies. Better to chat and walk.

As to the situation with the mountain wolves, it's as tense as a weasel's buttocks and no mistake, he shared. But I imagine you've been around these parts longer than I have, wot. I don't know a sniff about Silvertip and its populace.