Neverwinter Forest I'm gonna smoke you out

Although his head was lowered slightly to keep it below Scimitar's (the older male was taller than him anyway), Goldhawk's golden ears were upright with fascination, picking up every word the party said. He was, of course, but a loyal bystander on the Neverwinter side, here to speak up if needed, and so he dedicated himself to the act of listening for now. Ah, so his new Lord was proud and on guard. He reminded Goldhawk somewhat of Lady Speartooth, whose eyes would narrow at the first whisper of potential insult. It comforted him to see some of his old leader in the heart of one of his new ones.

In a different way, he was very much impressed by the wolf who turned out to be called FitzDutiful Silvertip. What a marvellous name, and a marvellous temperament. Apologies, compromises, calm explanation... he wagered this would sit well with Eshe and Scimitar both. Jolly good form, he was bursting to say, and oooooh he was about to explode with chatter any moment now, but respect and self-discipline allowed him to maintain his rare silence for a few more seconds yet...