Neverwinter Forest deem it so

Goldhawk was swift in his response, as always, and despite the wariness that seemed to weigh the shoulders of the Forest Alpha down, he managed to offer the golden wolf a small smile. Of course, the welcome the Gamma offered was cheerful, despite the events that had unfolded before them, and in that moment, the cinnamon wolf felt a surge of relief that the man was amongst their ranks – aside from Eshe, the wolves of Neverwinter Forest fell short of optimism.

“Goldhawk,” he greeted, his own tones soft, and yet his wording to the point. Scimitar had never been one for idle discussion, as those close to him well knew. Tipping his muzzle slightly, the large wolf shifted his weight, his bright eyes studying his companion. “How are you?”