Neverwinter Forest and the fire will consume us

A month old. That made them pretty younng, though how exact that was Pasha couldn't know. He didn't remember being that young any more. If anything, the furthest back he dared to recollect was to when they had left the Peak; he remembered the lightning and the confusion, and little more.

Still, as his father welcomed him to step beneath the needles boughs and continue forward, a smile touched his features. It felt good to be home and there was naught that would change that. He brushed against Scimitar with affection, gathering up a scent that was wholly theirs. He was ready to shake off the dust of travel.

"It will be nice to see them, and Eshe," he said, shouldering past his prior stumble. "I'll have to come by soon." At least he'd give his old man a chance to inform his mate of a potential visit. It seemed like the right thing to do, and Pasha was no stranger to the new mother phase. Last thing he wanted to do was ruffle feathers, so to speak.