Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

A moment of tension passed between the pair of wolves, but soon Mordecai demonstrated an understanding of his place, or at least that's what Jinx saw it as. The man smoothed out his pelt, but the Alpha female kept her own guard hairs raised slightly to retain an appearance of bulk. Mordecai stood tall, but his build was more streamlined than Jinx's, so she didn't perceive him as much of a threat. She often forgot that a much smaller wolf had beaten her in combat once, and Peregrine hadn't been much of a boulder, either.

“It is a grand forest,” the Alpha commented. Truly, Neverwinter was a haunt of hers, likely because it had been the first place she'd lived when she arrived in the Teekon Wilds. At the time, the woman had been bereft of purpose and uncertain what her future had in store, but now she was rooted and borrowed confidence from her position. Flaring her nostrils and dragging in a long breath to survey Mordecai's scent, the female frowned. “What brings you to it? I smell no leader on you, so you must not be a scout.”