Neverwinter Forest deep in my bones

not sure what all pasha would be clued in, so i'm vague here!

The season was beginning to change again. It was a gradual progression, one that Pasha couldn't help but notice in the way that cooler air had come to tickle his nape in the evenings and mornings. The leaves hadn't quite started to turn, but that too would come in a matter of time. Before he knew it, winter would be upon them and the world hushed into a gentle lull at the year's end.

He had been drinking from a stream when his father's voice summoned him, but the call was not for him alone. It did not deter the swiftness in which Pasha abandoned slaking his thirst; he would have rather stood steadfast at his father's side than leisurely make his way there.

Finding Scimitar was no difficult task, as given the time he anticipated finding his father lingering near Eshe's whelping den. When he did spy out the Frostfur patriarch, a smile split his features evenly as he closed in with wagging tail. The other wolf that had been summoned had yet to arrive.