Neverwinter Forest Girl, use me while you can

The closer he got, the slower he went, stopping just short of walking right into her. Again, his nostrils flared as he drew in the scents around them, though her origins remained unknown; it was familiar, the name of her pack on the tip of his tongue, but it wasn’t enough. Yet, there was something there—a face, followed by a name: Drogon. The scents were the same, confirming that they belonged to the same pack, which he still couldn’t recall the name of—which was fine, he could just ask for it again.

“Where are you from?” he asked without pause. He nearly mentioned something about Drogon, too, but thought better of it. If the younger male had since been cast out of the pack, he didn’t want to align himself with a potential enemy to the girl whilst so far from his own home; whilst confident that he could take her own with ease, he still considered himself to be at a disadvantage.