Neverwinter Forest and the fire will consume us

“Pasha,” the man greeted, rounding the corner. His son’s call was perhaps the most welcome sound he had heard in days – until he realized that it was likely the boy had not heard the news of Whittier yet. Dread had filled him in that moment – and the gut-wrenching reminder of how he had lost one of his boys. He had been a shell for days now since the news, avoiding all except his mate and two youngest children..
 
He had not caught their conversation, though cast a nod to Sawyer, uncertain of the two had traded names with one another. “Sawyer, this is my oldest son, Pasha. Pasha, this is Sawyer, one of our newest recruits.” He paused then, his muzzle tipping to nudge the boys cheek in quiet welcome, feeling his chest tighten with the apprehension of the news he would need to deliver. “I’m glad your home.”