Neverwinter Forest The End is Just Beginning

His eyes noted the gentle smirk on her muzzle – reminded of Shadow for a moment and almost repulsed by it, though he maintained a stoical mask. Even so, the she-wolf before him seemed more respectful than the silver offender, and he saw no reason to give her entry and a chance. If she didn’t meet their expectations, they would simply chase her out.
 
“I see no reason why we would turn you away,” he decided, allowing his large form to lumber closer to her and rub his shoulder in a share of comradery to the woman, and as a way to place his scent upon her – a notification to his fellow pack members that she did belong here.
 
“We have a neutral standing with Silvertip Mountain – we leave their lands and members alone, and they leave ours alone.” He felt the words to be warning enough – if she stirred the shit pot, he would see to it himself that she had to lick the spoon. “Welcome to Neverwinter Forest.” With that, the agouti man took a pace back, indicating she was officially accepted.