Neverwinter Forest i felt free

The world was so big — Cypress had a hard time fathoming just how large it really was. The highly coveted and wholly uncharted Outside World was completely without walls, which ought to have filled the gently-reared fledging with apprehension but had the exact opposite effect. He could not conceive a world without Eshe or Scimitar and knew with all the unquestionable reassurance of a well-loved youth that they would always be there to answer his anxious cries should he choose to utter them. Yet there was nothing but safety here with Rannoch, and with an encouraging albeit clumsy lick to his brother’s cheek, the chubby little raven bobbled along beside his dandelion fluff companion — all willing innocence and eager exploration.

Like Rannoch, Cypress shoved his nose so ardently into the foliage that he nearly sneezed; but his search came up empty just as his brother crowed giddy success. Bounding toward Noch with a rump-wriggling wag of his tail, the Neverwinter prince bowed his head and sniffed the imprint of grass that his brother had sampled mere moments before. Yes, yes! There it was! By his babyish powers of deduction, Cypress ruled out the direction he’d been searching in and the direction of the den, which left them with only two directions — forward or right. At random he chose the path to his right with a nudge toward Rannoch in a forward direction; they out to split up, he thought, despite his young age. Cypress found a few interesting looking twigs and a rather boring worm — which he immediately ate, finding it slimy yet satisfying — but his search for Scimitar’s scent came up empty. “Nah?” he questioned. Was the other puppy having any luck?