Neverwinter Forest miracle sun

His question was met with action, but not an exact answer. He watched carefully as her attention turned briefly to the sleeping pair, his attention shifting with hers. When she was set to go and gave a verbal agreement, the cub jumped to his paws with a smile. “Thank, Momma!” His voice was quiet because he knew that being indoors required a special voice-- the inside voice. Dutifully, he trotted after her and allowed her to take the lead out of the den. When the two exited their cozy home Rannoch looked to his mother with bright eyes. “Momma,” he asked, an idea striking for what the pair could do on their jaunt. “Can we peas go chase out bad woofs? Like Pawppa?” After all Scimitar was sleeping soundly and they could help him out! The idea of danger did not strike the child’s naive mind and his only current concern at the moment was protecting the woods that they both loved so dearly.