Neverwinter Forest and his throat burns from the screaming

Like Wintersbane, Blackbear soon noticed that they were similar in age as well. The thought made her feel strangely wistful. She thought of the brother and sister she'd left behind and wondered how they were getting on without her. The grey shewolf had spoken at length of her brothers - both elder and littermate - but not much about her sisters, or the new siblings that her father's mate would surely have bourne by then.

"You're on your own, too, huh?" she asked after a moment of silent appraisal. He didn't seem inclined to attack, nor did her presence seem to irk him. Maybe they could keep each other company for a while. It'd been several weeks since she'd had company. "I'm Blackbear," she added, taking a few cautious steps forward.