Neverwinter Forest and the fire will consume us

When the stranger on the borders began to grow concerned with his father’s well-being, Sawyer realized that he had made a mistake. His mouth gaped and closed once as he felt heat rise to his cheeks. “Uh… gee, uh no… there ain’t no war,” he tried to recover, but he was saved by the appearance of the teal-eyed leader of the forest. At the sight of the alpha, the golden wolf’s shoulders relaxed and he immediately made himself submissive in his form. His pale eyes flashed toward Scimitar once and then toward the ground sheepishly. There was a quick introduction of the two wolves and Sawyer nodded his head to the son of the alpha. Pasha he mulled through his mind once or twice before realizing that he really had no place there.
 
“Well, Hoss, I’m done stickin my paws in my mouth for today… you two probably ought to catch up,” he spoke to Scimitar with another submissive bow of his head. “Pleasure talkin’ to ya,” he then offered to Pasha with a small smile. Knowing that the father and son would be better off without his awkward company, the golden-clad creature turned toward the forest and disappeared into the tangle of trees.