Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

They didn't discriminate, and that was good for them. No one really could in the winter, he thought, though packs got the more fair end of the stick so to speak. This was his first winter entirely alone and as he learned, he could only lust over the flavorful big game, rather than sink his teeth into them. Smaller prey had made do, though he also found them elusive and with the robust number of so called free agents roaming, even those opportunities were slimming down.

"Well I don't kiss and tell," he said when she inquired to a snippet of his past, "but I think it seems a fitting title." He had never been a leader in the conventional sense. Pig-headed and observant, sure, he had led his sisters about on their half-year long adventure, but they hardly counted as a pack altogether. A ragtag trio of dispersals, often trading witty remarks about each other as they would have others. It was probably a blessing in disguise they weren't here now, as surely one of them would have walloped him for his choice of words. His tail may have come off from errant tugging and his ribs caved from elbows as well.

"But I always have a plan... and in this case I do think we may be able to scare up some grouse. Know any good pockets of brambles and the like? Better we find them together before the snow buries them whole." She may have wanted to assess him, but he wasn't about to fly off the handle and lead them to gods know where. A good lead always had a support.