Neverwinter Forest never relent

His entrance – usually something that at least warranted a glance from those gathered, given his size, revealed nothing. Charon barreled forward, so lost in thought that he barely seen the man coming forward until the last moment. Amusement flickered in his eyes, and his muzzle opened to speak of it, despite his hesitations of Charon, when Eshe’s words all but drained the humor from his features.
 
Goober had attacked a Moonspear wolf, and they had all but sent him knocking on Saena’s door.
 
Forgotten was the coldness that practically rolled from Charon’s form toward Scimitar himself f—something the man had now managed to piece together at the pale wolf’s contempt for saving Jorunn as a puppy – and a story that would now have to wait to be discussed between the two men. His muzzle swung in the direction of the Moonspear Alpha as he spoke, his own features becoming stormed in their quiet rage at the words now spoken. “Raped?” He paused, his jaws tightening. “Is she okay?”
 
His eyes swept between both, his tail giving a lash to reveal his anger. “I’m going North to Saena to warn her – if I see that bastard I’ll kill him.” His voice was low, his words set in stone – yet it was not his loved ones just yet that had paid the price from this Goober, and his gaze trained upon Charon once more. “Unless you’d like him alive.”

It was then that Goldhawk arrived - chatty as a normal, and causing Scimitar's teeth to grind further. “Goldhawk,” he greeted with a nod, his mind drifting to how to keep the forest protected during his absence. “This is Charon, the Alpha of Moonspear.”