Firefly Glen spring in your step

If Cypress had been a more expressive youth, he’d have tilted his head to the side in confusion at the older male’s posturing, but his stoic mien was blessedly still as he drew his tongue carefully across lips that had quite suddenly gone dry. He’d never had the opportunity to explore with his father outside their forest home, but he gleaned from this encounter that there was some unspoken radius of unclaimed territory where wolves could still walk around like they owned the place — as long as they were near the place they actually owned. “You’re from Moonspear — right?” he questioned quietly, getting straight to the point, his hollow baritenor rusty from disuse. “Are you going to Neverwinter Forest?”