Neverwinter Forest these streets

The dark hybrid felt confined to the territory that he and his coffee-coloured partner had claimed – it was a strange feeling, and Styx Constantin was struggling to adapt to his new lifestyle. He knew that it was absurd to feel so restricted, as he could do whatever he pleased as the Alpha of Neverwinter, but it haunted the far corners of his mind. After accepting Kat’s ridiculous idea to create a pack together his life had changed drastically – the gangly yearling felt as though he was betraying his personal beliefs by agreeing to her proposition. While it went against everything he had ever believed in, Styx saw his leadership position as a challenge. He had succeeded – no, excelled – in being a rogue, but being a member of a pack was something completely different. It was hard to believe how much the band of misfits had grown since its creation. Loners seemed to flock to the new pack and Styx could hardly remember all their names as he accepted them. It was a habit that was difficult for the mutt to break – he had always avoiding sharing names with strangers as he believed that it was not necessary. Now, unfortunately, getting to know the canines in his pack – along with the ones attempting to join – was necessary. Styx did not want to make mistakes and accept the wrong wolf into his crew; they worked together as a unit, and the Captain did not need a bad seed ruining that. Before the sandy-coloured female came into view the spider-legged pirate caught her scent on the wind, dark brows narrowing as he changed his direction, pointed ears standing tall above his head. While most would think that the relationship between Turquoise and her partner, Rivet, was strange the thin Captain thought that there was nothing wrong with it. Of course, as a narcissistic male, Styx believed that the ravishing women should be drooling over him but he had nothing negative to say about the bond they shared. A frown creased his dark lips as she spoke, head cocking to one side as he studied the bright-eyed female for a moment. While he barely knew the slender female Styx had gathered enough from their first encounter to know that Turquoise was definitely not herself. Something was up and as an Alpha he should figure out what that was… right? Was that what he was supposed to do? To care? Gross. “Hey, Turq.” His greeting was short as his tailed curled above his hindquarters, a wiry grin working its way onto his maw as he kept his seafoam gaze focused on the pale Gunner. “How have things been since our last meeting?” He was curious as to what was eating the Sigma – the light tone she had used had taken him off guard, as he had expected a snarky greeting in its place.