Neverwinter Forest strangle thorn

Welcome to Neverwinter! :)

Goldhawk's morning training routine had become notably less exhausting, due entirely to the fact that real nutrition had returned to the forest. The pack was beginning to eat well again, or at least getting there, and never had Goldhawk been more grateful for the greenness of the grass beneath his paws.

After finishing his lap of the borders, the panting Beta took a drink down by the stream. He looked up, licking his chops, when he sensed someone trit-trotting towards him. The light caught the stranger's coat: gold like his own! He was reminded sadly of Kyron, but shook off the association in a trice.

New blood! he exclaimed with a cheery wink.