Neverwinter Forest Never Neverland

Her companion preened at her – eliciting her own rumbling growl of affection, and for the first time in months since her first crush upon another, a flutter in her chest. But she was new to such feelings, and with a shyness that could almost be mistaken for coy, pushed her muzzle up to bump him gently upon the cheek before taking a small pace away, her tail flowing behind her casually. “Distract me,” she decided, the dulcet of her tone indicating the sadness that weighed heavy on her heart. “Let’s hunt, or scout… anything.”

Because right now, when the quiet world of Neverwinter ran silent, her mind would dwell back upon that moment, and once more she would see the bodies of her father and his mate, haphazard and bloody upon the frozen ground.

The King of the Forest and his gentle love had never deserved a death as tragic as that.

And she should have been able to handle more -- should have been able to step up when the pack had needed her.