Neverwinter Forest home and away

“We’d like you to be there during the majority of their younger years,” he confided gently, giving his companion a gentle smile before nudging the cheek of the golden wolf. Goldhawk was a wolf who had managed to be accepted fully by the Frostfur clan – something that became harder to do as the years of mistrust grew. He idly wondered what Bazi would make of the talkative bard, but withdrew the thought immediately – those days had long past.
 
“Thank you, Goldhawk. Truly.” There was little he could show in terms of the gratitude he felt for the wolf before him – Bazi would need to know what had happened to Whittier, and while it would have been more appropriate to send a messenger she knew, he could not spare them now. Not his other children. Not his sister or her mate, as they raised their brood.
 
When the two males parted ways, the dark agouti wolf watched his Beta with mild concern – he could only hope Goldhawk would make a swift return to them.