Neverwinter Forest then find a connection.

Twilight had just begun to loom when Liffey found herself stepping lightly beneath the heavy limbs of the evergreens. She had never before paid a visit to Neverwinter as a pack had lived there for as long as she'd been on the earth. At least, that had been true at one time. The young scout poked her nose here and there, searching for a trace of wolf, but there was none to be found. Whatever pack had been here before, it had been a long time now since their paws had stained this territory.

She felt solemn as she walked between the pines. She had never met the parents that Rannoch, Cypress and Rian had lost, and yet she felt the weight of that sorrow upon her as she moved. Since leaving the Caldera, Liffey had felt the distance between herself and her parents as a loss. She had mourned them as though they were gone from her forever. Being in Neverwinter now, though, she felt overwhelmed by the realization of the actual loss her friends had experienced.

The Blackthorn paused at a stream to take a drink. The water was startlingly cold, drawing her out of her melancholy and causing her to focus. She hadn't come here to feel wistful and sympathetic towards the Frostfur brothers. She had come to find Rannoch. Turning, she narrowed her eyes and pointed her ears forwards, determined to find some trace of him - if there was one to be found here.