Neverwinter Forest He's sick of seldom.

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Oracle, now shuffling his paws a bit from being put on the spot, blinked and looked down at some sort of beatle, scuffling along a few feet from his tail. He took a little moment to think of the right thing to say.

"No, it's fine. I came from a nomadic family of four, not much of a pack. My old man, Coal Redmoss, didn't trust anyone after being driven out his own pack for having a mate. He was always away, hunting for my brother, my mum and I, or looking for a new dugout for us to move to. My mum, Scarlet Redmoss, was gentle and put my brother and I first; nicest wolf in the world. I didn't know my brother very well, he prefered to stay close to the den area while I'd explore and adventure all day."

He looked to the side, his tail giving a slight wag. He'd never talked about his family to anyone besides a passing coyote he had split a meal with. Orcacle thought that poor thing had traveled miles away by the time he woke up that next morning, being scared half to death by a wolf twice its size.

"Enough about me though," he started again, now looking intently at Dany. "Have you been a loner or did you break off from some sorta pack?"

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