Neverwinter Forest never, never

Having finally gotten away from the little girl at his side (not that it was a difficult task, but he had felt like he’d taken too long) he is able to travel at a speed much more suiting to his large form. He doesn’t have something hanging around him and he doesn’t have to worry about another less able-bodied wolf. All he has to do now is take care of his own and get to the coast.  Back tracking could lead a run in with other wolves, thickening his scent for those he left behind. He’ll only lead them away until he can shed the scent enough to put distance between himself and the others.
 
He does not worry much about them following either as he curves the side of a forest that opens up to the glen. Scents are stale and he lifts a brow curiously as he begins to further investigate what has been left behind. There isn’t a fresh canine scent for miles as he tracks, finding only the occasional rabbit or squirrel scurrying around. What was once here has long since died and the story it holds leaves him curious.