Neverwinter Forest the burdens of the planet earth

The food was gone – and Neverwinter Forest had two pregnant wolves to feed. It had been awhile since he had felt so helpless – the day Swift had lost his eyes ranked up high on that list, and yet now, with his sister ready to birth any day, and in an irresponsible moment of lust, love and ignorance, he had mated Eshe and now the pack had two litters to support.
 
The wind was seemingly bitterer today as it stirred the warm cinnamon of his pelt. His large paws prowled the borders, though his primary purpose was quick-dying hope that he would come upon food – something for both his sister and wife. There was nothing to be found – and his desperation began to consider the thought of moving his family once more – in hopes that past the Wilds, they would find something.
 
But Kaskara was past the point of travel.
 
Grim, the large regal caught scent of another as the spring breeze slipped past his nose. It was distantly familiar, and yet even as he came upon the silver-furred wolf, recognition did not fully set in, as the years had begun to slip away. He slipped closer, his bright eyes studying the man before him – the grizzled reservation of the older wolf before him finally drawing forward a stir of nostalgia. “Njal,” he greeted simply, blinking in surprise to see the man at his borders.