Neverwinter Forest sharp practice

He waited eagerly as his choppy called rolled towards the nearby evergreens and beyond. With time it faded, but a new call soon filled the void. He perked noticeably at the noise and a smile crawled onto his lips as he received his father’s message. He would be here soon. Knowing that his father was a man of his word, the silver prince sat and waited for his father’s arrival onto the scene.

When his father did come onto the scene, the child stood again and watched as the leader approached. Driving himself towards his father, the child approached with a wagging tail, a dipped head, and a wagging tail. Once Rannoch stood before his father he reached up and placed a kiss upon the older wolf’s chin.

“Dadee,” he murmured as he pulled back from his affections, his eyes reaching up to meet with his father’s turquoise eyes. “I wanna help wiff bad woofs!” The declaration with accompanied with a puff of his cramy’s chest. “I wanna keep pack happy.” Safe, sound, temperate-- all words he could have used-- were not in his vocabulary just yet.