Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

Hydra grinned wolfishly at his response: It would take more than that to satisfy me, speaking in reference to what she had thought of him earlier. A plume of her breath seemed to roll around the words as they lingered, her eyes holding fast to him—though she spoke not at all of cannibalism, just of her palettes preference. Neither did she even mean her own immediate prey, that pale wolf with unfeeling blue eyes. A hare could never do, except for a snack. Hydra was a woman who could eat, and as the Beta of the pack she ate perfectly well. She was no slim waif.

He spoke of things he longed for, and though her company could fill one of those voids for a time it would not solve the rest of his desires. How much do you miss those luxuries? She asked with a tilt of her head—enough to join a pack? Just as he had identified she ran with others, she had identified he did not. Tree bark and secondhand bones hardly sound appetizing, Hydra ventured. But she would not know. She had never endured the hardships of a loner. She did not desire to, either. She still had her freedom, even with being a packwolf—though perhaps a different sort than his own.