Neverwinter Forest errant heat to the star

The call from the borders stirred the large wolf forward – his own form gaunt with the starvation the Wilds now endured. Foliage was beginning to spark life to the land once more – the forest only hinting now at its former beauty, but it did not encourage the dark agouti Frostfur. He could not be so hopeful yet.
 
Kieran had come upon the wolf first – a male spun of gold and ivory. The Alpha caught the end of the male’s sentence, and lifting himself to heights of what his rank entailed, despite the fatigue that pulled at his very muscles, the stoical wolf cast a curious gaze to the more youthful stranger. “And why would a lone wolf wish to stay in a land ravaged by famine?”