Neverwinter Forest in the unknown

[lures Riven with cookies]

On the outskirts of the small gathering, the shadows seemed to gather and coalesce into the shape of a young wolf, ill at ease and unkempt. Cypress, incongruously both the youngest and the tallest of the four, watched his cousins twine themselves into a triquetra of their own making. It was incomplete — @Dublin would have fashioned the last corner of their quaternary Celtic knot — but intimidating nonetheless for the stygian eidolon who could claim no wolf as purely his own. His chin trembled as he emerged from the shadows and his sulphureous gaze was furtive and avoidant, but his tail whisked in a perfunctory way to show his willingness to socialize — even though it was evident that he was colossally uncomfortable. Wild, dark hackles quivered slightly, betraying his unease, but he did his best to put as much confidence as he could muster into his quiet baritenor, greeting his cousins in turn: “Hey, Rian. Hey, Eimear and Szabala.”