Neverwinter Forest he stole the wild · pack claim

Kyron was a loner, both literally and figuratively. He was as anti-social and awkward as it got; he had no idea how to react in social situations and listened more often than talked. Inures a a party or a gathering, you would often find him by the walls and the shadows, trying to blend in and hide, that is, if he was even attending at all. But wolves were social creatures at heart, and despite that, Kyron craved companion, comfort and affection. Neverwinter, as a family oriented pack, suited him well enough and the longer he stayed, the more he realised that this was a good decision.

Neverwinter Forest had earned his loyalty, and Kyron knew that now, this was his new home and hopefully would still be his home in the coming months, years. Maybe he'll even end up having a family here; who knew? For now though, Kyron was content to serve as a guardian, a soldier, whatever he needed to be. They had offered him a home, a new family, a new start. He was going to whatever they needed him to do; he would serve, and he would do it with a glad smile.

When the claiming howl sounded through the air, Kyron gladly raised his own red muzzle, adding his voice to theirs and singing their claim for all to hear. This was now theirs and he would defend this land and it's inhabitants even if it costed him his life. They were strong, united.