Deepwood Weald black wings

He gave a gentle nod to her words, his mind drifting back to the days of Chakra – she had been an inspiring creature, and yet at times he wished he had not tried to track her down. It had been moot anyhow, given the trail of blood he had followed had led to nothing.. she had simply vanished. And with her, so had Neverwinter Forest. He could have taken lead then – or Luka could have. Hell, even  Viinturuth. “Not long at all,” he agreed.
 
He wondered how different his path would have been, if that had been the case. If he had not gone to Swiftcurrent Creek and joined Fox’s ranks.. If he had not fallen in love with Bazi.
 
Giving his muzzle a small shake, he felt his lip quirk upward in a brief smile. “I suddenly feel very old,” he decided, giving his shoulders a light shrug.