Neverwinter Forest lately

Kaskara smiled as his native tongue presented itself. She never tired of hearing him speak, and she even had learned a few words herself. It was nothing compared to his beautiful language, but sometimes she could speak with him. Tá mé sásta sé ag déanamh go maith. Her accent wasn't the smoothest, but as far as she was concerned, she was learning from the very best. Kas smiled softly and kissed his cheek again, reveling in his warmth and closeness. There was nothing quite like being in the presence of someone you loved.

As Kieran told her of his days, she frowned softly. The alpha of the mountain wolves was lucky she hadn't met him yet; from what she could tell, he was an arrogant asshole who thought nothing of his own insults and his pack's disrespect for this group of warriors. If he wished, they could go to war easily, and Kaskara was not afraid to do so. She knew Scimitar and Kieran weren't either, especially when it came to their pack, but war was not always the answer. He's lucky I haven't met him yet, she said with a growl, shaking her head at the thought of that arrogant fool. But she shook her head softly, turning to other thoughts.

We should take a patrol together, she suggested softly, running her nose through the fur at his neck. I wanted to ask you something, Kieran. She waited, eyes trained upon him, hope and disappointment battling in her heart. Would he deny her the pups she longed for, or would he finally relent?