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

Before he could pounce, some other creature from above made a squawking sound--likely a bird--and the shrew dove into its hole, intent on hiding. Faolán shook his head ruefully and looked up, trying to find whatever had spoiled his hunt. Perhaps if he stuck around, the shrew would eventually reemerge. He was just about to settle back on his haunches and wait when he remembered that he had heard a quiet greeting from behind.

He turned to face the other wolf, who was big, hale and hearty, a deep-reddish brown color with intense green eyes. His stance made his higher rank and standing in the pack clear, and Faolán lowered his head in respect to the male, smiling in greeting.

"Hello," he said lightly. "I don't believe we've had the chance to meet. My name is Faolán." The other wolf had the smell of pups on him; he must be the father of the pack's young ones.