Neverwinter Forest after dark vapors have oppressed our plains

Libeccio was an early riser and, as such, had spent the grand majority of the early and mid-morning roaming the intermediate area near their den site. He'd found nothing of any interest, save for a few stale scents and the occasional deer track. The pack was oddly disconnected—a fact that did not go unnoticed by the shrewd copperhead. He wasn't certain the implications of the intrusive thoughts he had on the matter would be well-recieved, so he kept them to himself. 

But as he stooped to lap at a stream, he could not help but wonder... what if? And, as if on cue, the sound of footfall caught his attention. He swiveled an ear around to fixate on the approaching wolf, but the scent that infiltrated his nostrils told him it was only West. He lifted his head, and shot her a glance as he lashed his tongue over his damp jowls.