Neverwinter Forest There's no luck except where there's discipline

Kieran found an aggressive streak he hadn't known in sometime at the birth of his babes. Any new faces he didn't know was quick to raise his ire and he was testy at the least. Lucky for the male that he smelled near him, it was a scent he recognized. Otherwise, he would have sent him on his way with a nip to his tail. With that in mind, Kieran set off to meet this newcomer. After all, he wanted to know who was there to meet his brood. No one would dare go near them, without meeting the Mahoghany male first. Kieran chuffed so as to not startle the male or his prey, as it was clear he was hunting and then he waited. His body tightly wound, the famine showing clear on his body. Though he had lost some of his weight, it did nothing to hide his bulk, but rather accentuated the muscles born from years of being hearty and hale.