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

Cypress and Lucy had not spoken at length about the wolf — her “monster” — who had kidnapped her and brought her to the Frostfurs’ doorstep. Through eavesdropping and general questioning, the Neverwinter raven knew that the culprit was a dark wolf with red eyes — but in his young mind, the picture was ever shifting and changing as his world expanded. Tailing the scent of his father, he moved in the direction of the territory borders without hesitation, just in time to hear Lucy’s name being uttered by an unfamiliar tongue. His father murmured something about the monster being dead, which filled him with a mix of fierce triumph and heavy disappointment — the fledgling was happy that the monster was dead, but the way he’d always imagined it, Rannoch and Cypress were the ones to stand above the corpse and howl their victory. Battle, for the young and wild-minded prince, was still a shining, glorious, fascinating dream instead of a reality.

In Cypress’ young mind, Lucy was a permanent fixture — the past months had solidified her place in his life as much as Rannoch’s, Eshe’s, and Scimitar’s had been solidified. He had conveniently forgotten that she would one day leave them to find her true home; his youth had amended things, for this was her home now. Without ever asking Lucy what she truly wanted, Cypress had carved out a space in all of his future plans for her — Rannoch and Cypress would keep the forest and its foundling princess safe, and they would come home to her every night to regale and impress her with their prowess. It would always be this way, he convinced himself in a miasma of innocent conviction.

It was for this reason that he approached the trio of wolves in a cloak of utter calm. He had no reason to suspect Lucy would ever leave them, and merely wondered what the stranger was doing here and why. It was not in him to be suspicious yet, and he tucked himself against one of his father’s sturdy forelegs, watching the conversation that arched over him with muddied eyes just starting to hint an eerie yellow.