Neverwinter Forest anything but to breathe

It was the good ol' game of telephone; she had misheard, and misinterpreted the pack name. But it did not, at least, take away from the point. I know! I was so happy to hear it! So, maybe that Reek you spoke about is with her there, she nodded, hopeful of this, too, if only because all else had turned out well.

Someone else had told him, too, which she grinned at. Happy to verify, confirm, an' all that, too! She was just plain happy about it all, and happier when she heard the approach of her mate. Why, he could probably tell Goober himself as he was here! Straight from the source, Goober would get the news.

She felt him beside her, and turned to nuzzle his face and lick his maw as it swept over her shoulder; she intended to always kiss him goodmorning, hello, see you later, and goodnight, and was making good on it. As he regarded Goober, Eshe grinned. This is my mate, Scimitar. And this is the very wolf I told you about, the one named Goober. That's a name that'll stick with ya, she grinned, her tail whipping behind her.