Neverwinter Forest things never change

More or less a cameo, but if he is seen by Charon on the way back to the borders, feel free to address him, Iris!

There was a call for Eshe, and the regal began to weave his way to the border to determine who beckoned for her. He already had an idea of who it would be – and yet before he could investigate, the cinnamon wolf all but stiffened completely when his mate invited the outsider in to their home.
 
Without an escort. Without consideration.
 
His lip curled back to reveal fang, his pace quickening. He would have intercepted the on comer, but had missed them. Charon’s scent hung thickly through the air, and Scimitar practically glowered in the direction the man had gone – invited freely in to the home where his pups lived.
 
He kept far back in the outskirts of their meeting, only listening for distress from his mate – he did not trust Charon, nor was he content with his open presence in his lands. Decidedly, when the pale wolf would make to leave, Scimitar would trail back at a distance once more, lingering away in an attempt to remain mostly unseen if possible, and would discuss with his mate his feelings on the entire matter.