Neverwinter Forest kings of the weekend

Rannoch was keenly awake now – rapt attention was given to the task at hand, it seemed, and as the boy wriggled, he bumped in to the large paw of the agouti Frostfur. The tasting began – drawing a small smile to the man as he studied his son, feeling the tiny gums work at his fur and skin. It was with perfect curiosity his two sons seemed to explore the world, and for a moment, Scimitar wondered what this meant for both he and Eshe come the time when their eyes fully opened and they could walk. “You’re both going to keep us on our toes, hm?” His tone was a gentle rumble, nearly a whisper in the silence of the den.