Neverwinter Forest No More Running

She lowered herself – passing the one true test Scimitar did hold for the wolves that followed him. Of course, he had plenty in the past who had submitted, and somehow had still managed to remain disrespectful. He had dealt with enough in his previous encounters to be cautious now, and his gaze studied the pale woman quietly.

“I’m Scimitar,” he allowed, his muzzle tipping only slightly now, welcoming more conversation. “And you are? What is it you can offer this pack?” It seemed such a tiring process.. and yet necessary to weed out the useless wolves of the world. It took a lot of blind trust for a lone wolf to come to a border and accept permission to join them – after all, what did she know about the wolves of Neverwinter Forest?