Neverwinter Forest never relent

It was impossible to tell that if Charon was simply irate for the grief and anger he felt for his friend, or if Jorunn’s words rung true – and even then, Scimitar could not fathom why the ivory male would have been insulting him and his family when they had never even met, but now was not the time to delve in to such thoughts. He would have words with Charon in the future, once this was settled behind them.

And he would try to do so diplomatically, given the fact the young Alpha was Eshe’s only family, it would seem.

His own jaw clenched slightly as Charon snapped at him, though he allowed the words to pass with no backlash. He did not know the wolf well enough to understand his expressions – but he would give the benefit of the doubt for now. At the more controlled statement, Scimitar only nodded, agreeing with the sentiment – it should indeed be left for the girl the wolf had harmed. “Then it will be so.”

Yet Eshe spoke as if she was going to find this wolf – this rapist, and Scimitar frowned in the direction of his mate. Before he could comment, however, Eshe began to pull at the idea of Goldhawk seeking out the male – and while he would have liked to have done it himself, he wasn’t foolish enough to think he could charm Goober in to coming back with him – Goldhawk was a far better wolf to place as such company. “So we send Goldhawk to request the favor he promised us?” He paused then, his eyes drifting over the man, feeling hesitant. “And what favor will bring him back this way, swiftly and without suspicion?”

At the words of the Delta, Scimitar canted his muzzle in quiet thought. “Goldhawk, a wolf by the name of Goober attacked one of Charon’s subordinates – we had thought the man to be a decent sort, but we were wrong. He owes us a favor.. can you seek him out and request his presence here, to return the favor he promised us?”