Neverwinter Forest spirit of the stairwell

The tranquility of the moment disappeared suddenly as Cypress padded onto the scene. Perking his ears, Rannoch turned his head at his brother’s approach and watched his brother with smiling eyes. This tail thumped upon the ground and a smile spread upon his inky lips the darker wolf flopped onto the ground alongside him, unaware of his battle victory in dream-land. With a question now in the air between them, the youngest Frostfur turned his eyes skyward once more. “I unno----” his sentence was unexpectedly cut short as Cypress ushered a swift blow to his side. His brows grew dark and his lips fell into a deep from. “Cy!” he hissed, jumping onto his paws so that they could clear the short distance between them. As he stood over his brother, Rannoch drew a punch into Cypress’ gut. He smiled then, feeling as if justice had been served.

As such justice had been delivered another wolf came onto the scene. Drawing his attention from his brother to the stranger, Rannoch’s tilted as he mirrored his confusion. He had certainly never seen this wolf that stood before them. He wore a coat of gold-- a color that Rannoch had never seen before. He looked on for a moment with a look of concentration and he took a step towards the other, wishing to investigate further. “Whossit?” he asked, tipping his head back to get a better look at the man. Though he wished to know more about the new wolf, a word that he had said had caught the child’s attention: storm.

Blinking at the word, his head hinged to the side and his confusion deepened. “Sooom?” He mimicked poorly, wishing for the other to elaborate.