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

The brogue was music to his ears, instantly soothing him, as if he were a young pup again listening to his mother sing and tell tales. Faolán was puzzled by a flash of alarm in Kieran's eyes, but it soon faded, the mahogany male resuming his usual stoic look.

"I'm from the north, myself," he answered. "Though father told me his grandfather settled there from a place far away. Perhaps it's where you came from as well."

His ears flicked in curiosity. "You're the father of the new pups, correct?" he asked. "I haven't had the chance to meet them. How many are there?" Faolán loved pups, those little wriggling bundles of joy. They never failed to provide entertainment and happiness, and he enjoyed keeping their company.