Neverwinter Forest i felt free

Cypress was only too happy to join in the hunt for the Yellow-Winged Bandit. When Rannoch, too, was surprised by the assault of both sound and sight, uttering a quick exclamation and wearing a startled expression at the flutter of wings and the flash of color, Cypress felt a fiery protectiveness stir in his gut. That was his Rannoch, and to see the dandelion fluff boy so riled wrought a sense of defensive ire in the pudgy little raven. A growl, warbling and uneven, spilled from the boy’s lips even as Rannoch began a wheedling war cry — at Rannoch’s look of pride and pointed nudge, Cypress sent his own call winging through the forest — a feeble, thin-toned sound that died away in a few prolonged moments.

They couldn’t let the bandit get away, and with an anxious nudge to Rannoch’s shoulder, it was Cypress who took the lead now, bumbling on chubby, ungainly legs and oversized paws down the forest path. It smelled still of their stalwart father, which only encouraged him — wouldn’t Scimitar be proud to see his two boys taking such good care of their forest home and its inhabitants? Just ahead he thought he could still see the yellow-winged creature, although with his burgeoning eyesight, the accuracy of his assessment was anyone’s guess.