Neverwinter Forest deem it so

Goldhawk gave a sharp nod of his head, proud of his stoic leader. There was not a hint of a smile upon the new Beta's serious expression as he considered the web of alliance, tension and neutrality that could be ahead of Neverwinter. So who do we have, m'lord, he mused, considering their neighbours. Silvertip, of course. Moonlit Hill beyond the hotsprings — I met a Beta from there, perfectly amiable. Their Alpha's called Malice. I also met a chap called Cicero from Blackfeather Woods, though I have no bally idea where that is, he admitted. Then there's Donnelaith, it was strange now to think of the rather intense feelings he'd had for the place. A good, strong pack on the shore from what I remember. I visited those borders long ago, before Neverwinter. And I caught a whiff of it again recently... he tried to recall, furrowing his brow. But I'm not certain why.

Unbeknownst to Goldhawk, the dark male with whom Scimitar had been acquainted, and with whom they'd shared the remnants of a bear's kill, was the Alpha Male of Donnelaith. It was so ironic and interesting now to recall that Goldhawk had once left an anonymous offering of admiration on their borders.