Neverwinter Forest Never Neverland

Her companion moved silently alongside her, and for a moment, the bi-toned girl considered what life would have been like without Shrike. He had been a gentle face at the Caldera, surely, but nothing compared to now -- the man had entered her life like a storm, and she clung to him now as if he had been there since the very beginning. When had this occurred?

She couldn't even fathom why it had, but she was grateful for his presence, and the ebony and white she-wolf cast a shy glance to the wolf.

But there was a pull to her senses, and following his gaze, she noted the herd below -- small, but hopeful. Her eyes lit up, and the girl tensed beside her tawny counterpart. She scanned for a more sickly one - though none popped out at her. Casting an uncertain glance at Shrike, the girl took a hesitant step forward, having never hunted with him - did he want to test the herd and see if any would flee from them? Or should they simply call for more pack members?