Neverwinter Forest Never Neverland

While Shrike wanted to talk, or simply spend some time cuddled up somewhere where his presence would be soothing enough, Allure seemed to want to go out and behave as a normal wolf would, performing pack duties and he would do everything he could to provide her with a feeling of consistency. She needed to feel as though life was back to normal, and that life was going on, still. He kept quiet, knowing that they might spook the herd with words, though his mind was busy running with words. Shrike had never been adept at expressing himself, and all the words in his mind ran together in a massive jumble. What could he say, and how could he say it, when eventually he would need to say it?

The scent of the deer became stronger, and Shrike stopped when he thought he heard something ahead. He pricked his ears and slowly lifted his head, gazing through the forest until he saw the tiny hide of a deer moving through the tree trunks. Another off to the side caught his attention, and a few more, slipping between the evergreen tree trunks. He continued to gaze, trying to pick out one that might make for a good meal for the both of them without being too difficult to take down.