Neverwinter Forest the burdens of the planet earth

The silver wolf was quick to recite what Scimitar had mentioned, and while there might have been a flicker of recognition in the older man’s gaze, the cinnamon Alpha missed it. It had been years since the two had called one another pack mates, and gone were the days he had any insight to Njal’s thoughts or personality – if, even at their days of the Creek, he had then.

“Then welcome to Neverwinter Forest,” he offered, his bright eyes studying his companion with silent acknowledgement. Njal had once held the respect of the Frostfur wolf, and if any indeed would give their word in providing for pups, Scimitar did place that trust to the Sveijarn. His muzzle tipped to the side, toward the heart of his home -- an indication that if the silver wolf wished, he could sweep forward, through the now barren trees and find a place to rest.