Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

He was right, of course—nothing did beat that when one was hungry. Bones were a delicacy she could enjoy, but not one she ever devoured out of necessity. The marrow was the point of it all after all, and there wasn't too much to that that would make Hydra prefer bone to anything else. He spoke of enjoying his freedom, and Hydra tilted her head. What pack have you belonged to that restricted your freedom? She inquires, As long as you carry your weight, I would think you would be welcome, and Hydra had designs to make that for the rest of his life, not that he would know it. He, of all the wolves she had met in the wilds, interested her most of all. So much so that she was prepared to invite him home here and now.

Hydra's plume waved as he spoke again. You'll have to do more than aim, stranger, shooters shoot, though yes, I would agree—you have yet to disappoint, and she did not expect him to. I am Hydra, Beta of Moonspear—the mountain pack—you are?