Neverwinter Forest they will turn your mouth into a city of curfews

Though they'd ecked out something of a life beneath the sheltering boughs of the Heartwood, Libeccio was glad when West prompted them to move north. He didn't care much for the reason behind their sudden vagrancy, but his restless mind was grateful for the distraction it offered as they moved out from the shadow of the trees and into the world beyond. North was meaningless to him—he had no hidden knowledge of the Teekons. North was a direction, nothing more, and he harbored no ridiculous hope that he might find his calling here. 

He was tasked with protecting and hunting, though West did aid him as often as she was able, she mostly busied herself with the young, damaged, girl. Quiche? Itch? Kitsch—poor thing had gone through quite the trauma in recent days, but what he didn't quite understand was West's apparent dedication to all of this. He'd never taken his sibling for the compassionate, altruistic type; there was always a catch, always some way that she benefited from whatever troubles she undertook. So far, he hadn't found the reason why, and something about that bothered him. Or maybe it was indigestion.

Either way, as they arrived at the pack borders, Libeccio swept past the pair to take point and threw his head back to howl for the resident leader. He didn't make a big show of it, but remained standing rather firmly at the forefront of the group with his ears perked and eyes scanning hawkishly until they settled upon the approaching form of a rather lovely woman. Her arrival was heralded by the telling ascent of her tail, and the bold tone of her otherwise light and bell-like voice.

Libeccio did what he did best, and put on his most charming smile while simultaneously bowing his head out of respect for her. "Good morning to you as well." he replied with a voice that flowed like warm honey. "We were passing by on our way north when we caught wind of your borders. I'll be frank: our young friend here has suffered trauma at the hands of a brute and, while we've," He shot a look to West to indicate their role in all of this before continuing, "done all we can to help, nothing can be better for her (and us) than the safety and comfort of a pack."