Neverwinter Forest sharp practice

It was mid afternoon as Rannoch pulled himself from the family den for the first time that day. Sunshine pleasantly draped over his plushy coat as he bowed before the den entrance and yawned. It was unusual for him to lounge around but he had felt that he needed it. But now that he was fully rested he needed to get out and do something.

Cypress was napping in the den with Eshe and he didn’t wish to disturb either of them. So, instead, he opted to call out to his father. He padded a few paces away from the den before he sat himself down and tipped his muzzle to the sky, beckoning raggedly for Scimitar to come to him.