Neverwinter Forest house of leaves

Rannoch was experiencing new things with each passing day, but death was not upon the growing list. He was slowly learning that their family were not the only wolves that lived but he had yet to grasp the thought of the vast amount of individuals out there. The few wolves that he had met were one’s that were slowly slipping from his memory, his infancy claiming these memories as new lessons were learned. There would be some interactions that stuck with him well into his adulthood, but these memories would be limited.

A voice drew his attention from the sky and to an individual that had a striking resemblance to his father. She stared at the other, confusion seeping into his young features as he examined the other. Though he was almost certain that this wolf was not his father, he couldn’t shake the resemblance. The only difference between Scimitar and this wolf was the color of the stranger's eyes. Tipping his head to the side, Rannoch lifted his brows. “Nah Dahee?” He had to be sure that he hadn’t missed something.