Neverwinter Forest painted the hunger onto my skin

He speaks! Still licking her chops, she looked at him and smiled. "Not sure yet," Miyako replied. She looked up and around her, at the dark green canopy and the thick trunks below. "I kind of like it here. I grew up on plains, near ocean cliffs. This is completely new to me."

She tilted her head to one side. "What about you, Drogon? Think you might stick around for a while longer, or head elsewhere for more adventure?" The forest was quiet, birds singing sweetly in the trees, the wind just the barest whisper through the brush.

Miyako wondered about this young wolf. Clearly he had been alone for a while, but he didn't seem old enough to have gone without family for this long. What had happened to force his hand into solitude? He was nice enough, and a skilled hunter--probably a fighter too, she noted, looking at his bulk. He would serve any pack well. What had gone on in the past?