Neverwinter Forest The End is Just Beginning

It had been quiet around the Forest these days – something the Frostfur could appreciate, given the drama that tended to follow his family. Given this, the Alpha took the opportunity to mark their borders once more – fortifying the edges that had been agreed upon by his family and the Silvertip Mountain wolves, where they had left three wolf lengths from where they ahd originally claimed, allowing a neutral passage between the two packs. He had not heard from the mountain wolves in some time, and he felt quietly pleased by this – it would seem FitzDutiful had finally taken their words to heart after the ruckus his son had caused.
 
With the spring wind blowing across the lands, Scimitar became aware of another nearby – and with his pace quickening, the large wolf came upon the dark female, waiting at their borders intently. Casting her a quizzical glance, the regal displayed his rank through the stature of his form, his bright eyes peering over the woman. “Can I help you?”