Neverwinter Forest errant heat to the star

It wasn’t long before the chocolate-hued wolf was not the only one to have found Sawyer on the edge of the wood. His eyes faded from their position on Kieran and traveled to the form of Scimitar. It was evident by posture alone that this wolf was their Alpha. The Crowfeather bowed his head respectfully and turned his ears so that they did not sit erect. He maintained his polite posture and listened to the inquiry that had fallen from the new wolf’s lips. It was a logical question. If one were to look around at the destruction that had been caused by the locusts, it did not seem altogether intelligent to seek a home there. However, Sawyer was crafted with rose-tinted googles on his face.
 
A small breath fell from his mouth before he began to speak. “Ah… you’ve done yourself well in what’s happened,” he drawled and gestured with his muzzle to the lack of greenery. “That alone says you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. If you’re lookin’ for the honest truth, Hoss, I’ve got a soft heart for the woods and I like the potential in what I see. I’m sure you’re used to tough times, but that green’s gon’ be comin’ back real soon.” His tone was dry, almost caustic in nature, but the golden-cloaked wolf was as genuine as they came. His champagne gaze trailed back and forth between the two men sparked with curiosity.