Neverwinter Forest i will come home

Ever since they had officially claimed Neverwinter Forest, Kyron had been busy. Busy hunting, feeling caches, patrolling the borders, specifically to strengthen their sink and make sure that any creature could smell their border markers even from ten miles away. Trespassing, 'looking around', nothing of that sort was welcomed now. He would make sure no one had any excuse if they were caught trespassing; Kyron was a wolf of mercy and compassion but he was still a wolf, and nothing of that sort was tolerated.

Because of that, Kyron hadn't had the time to socialise and catch up with his friends. He hadn't seen Goldhawk and properly asked him if he was fitting in. Grimacing, he made a mental note to find him later. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't check if the golden wolf was fitting in and adapting well to this new environment. For now, though, Kyron was busy patrolling the borders. 

He heard her before he smelled or saw her and paused in his footsteps, looking curiously around.