Neverwinter Forest what did you bury

Scimitar witnessed the pace of the elderly man, not once considering it the rise of a senile mind that badgered at Njal. He was unable to come to terms with how he truly felt with the presence of the Sveijarn within his pack once more, but he could not deny that the silver man had made himself useful. Had the ember been with him, it was likely they would have been turned away from the Forest.
 
What had ever happened to Tuwawi, though?
 
Scimitar swallowed the thought, not once daring to speak it as he swept forward, his eyes studying his companion with mild scrutiny. "When I said that food should initially go to the mothers and children of the pack, I did not mean to infer you should have none," he murmured, his gaze drifting to study the loose fur of the man. His own form had thinned quite a bit -- his ribs beginning to gleam like a beacon against his side, and his pelt had become duller. They could not go on like this for much longer -- but they had long surpassed the time to pick up the pack and follow the herds.