Neverwinter Forest Would you accept someone like me?

Life had not calmed down much for the wolves of Neverwinter Forest – Goldhawk had yet to return and the Frostfur patriarch worried each day for the man – he could only hope Bazi had not taken the terrible news through the messenger in whom delivered it. Scimitar could still not grasp a world without Whittier in it – and yet somehow the days dragged forward.

Lucy was also staying with them still, and the agouti wolf worried her family was seeking he rout. She had spoken no desire to return to them, and the wolf felt torn at that – if it were one of his own, he would hope that they would want to return to him. So why would she not possibly want to go back where she allegedly had beloved family?

Unless, of course, they were not beloved..

His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of voices. He recognized his boys within seconds – but the female’s voice was unfamiliar to him, and lifting himself higher, the regal made to inspect the visitor at their borders. He came upon them, but spoke nothing – instead, his bright eyes fell squarely upon the girl, after noting nothing of trouble seemed to have occurred. It would seem his little guardians were still aspiring to fulfill their potential.