Neverwinter Forest i felt free

Cypress, the incorrigible instigator, was just as absorbed in their mission — and he was the least likely wolf to advise Rannoch, “Hey. You’re, like, a tiny little baby turtle. You should probably go back home or something.” Childish optimism told the pudgy little fledging that their father was just around the corner — just a few feet away — just, just, just. He tipped his head back to regard the evergreen pines that surrounded them; they were so tall and their smell covered everything he knew. In the future, when he was old enough to explore the great, wide, world in full, the smell of evergreen would never fail to remind the midnight-furred Frostfur of home. At Rannoch’s urging, Cypress ambled to butt like a mountain goat against his brother’s flank with a playful growl — but their father’s scent pulled his attention with equal fervor.

At this age, both boys tended to share equally in leading and following — but for this particular venture, Cypress was content to let Rannoch choose the path. The dandelion fluff prince was a natural leader — perhaps moreso than Cypress, who was happy to play the role of loyal sidekick — and often knew quite decisively what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do it. The whir of nearby wings startled the milky-eyed raven, but he recovered quickly — particularly when he noticed a bright yellow butterfly flit down the path their father had supposedly taken. Nudging excitedly at Rannoch’s shoulder, Cypress squeaked out, “Nah!” Did you see that?!