Chimera Fields beat up ford

It could not be said that Sawyer was surprised at the idea that herds had not been seen back in the wilds. Though it was unfortunate, he had hope that there would be changes in their lands soon enough. With the return of the greenery, the animals would begin to flock back to their homes. Stark continued on to say that he did not imagine the herds would return for quite some time. Sawyer cast his gaze on the growth around them and nodded slowly, frowning in a manner that suggested he could have been wrong in his guess. The golden lad had always been a hopeful soul, though mindlessly hoping was not always a guarantee to get things done. “Showers ought to do the green some good,” he spoke with a firm bob of his head.
 
The fast their foliage returned, the sooner it would draw the prey back into their lands. Sawyer had not been sure how he would have survived if he had not been taken in by the Neverwinter wolves. Their kindness was respectable, and the leader of the woods was someone worth following. “How long have you called these lands home?” he inquired to the dark-furred man.