Neverwinter Forest Are we heroes or weapons pointed at the enemy so someone else can claim the victory?

The call resounded across the forest, and the Alpha did not hesitate to quicken his pace in turn. Even so, Pasha would meet their visitor before himself, and only sweeping in as the dark stranger nodded to his son, Scimitar’s ears swiveled forward as he attempted to catch the flow of conversation – and was surprised to hear Lucy’s name upon the wolf’s lips.
 
So she belonged to the Caldera wolves. His lips pursed slightly, and his gaze drifted to his son for a moment before he gently came upon Pasha’s side. Studying their visitor, his muzzle tipped slightly, uncertain of what to make of the scenario. “The black wolf with red eyes is dead – are you the girl’s father?” He would not deny her presence – she seemed hesitant to return home, but for what reason, he was unsure.