Neverwinter Forest keystone

Hail. Just one word in greeting. Llewellyn dips his head in a courtly fashion, more graceful and cultured than before. "Bore da," he responds, his voice deep and smooth. He thinks nothing of the greeting, does not stop to translate it. Instead, he takes a small step forward, closing the gap between them an infinitesimal amount.

"Who are you?" the prince inquires, tilting his chin slightly. The scent of this man is unfamiliar, and any affiliation he might have with other packs is unknown. If he is a messenger or scout from another kingdom, it is a kingdom Llewellyn does not recognize by smell. He is about to ask about the brute's homeland before a sound nearby catches his ears; they swivel, and he turns his head, though keeping the male in his peripheral vision.

A black shadow, through the trees. Here and gone again, quick as a blink. The smell of her is warm and fierce, and he would think it was Hydra, if he hadn't already made the woman's acquaintance. This was another stranger, too. One ear remained turned toward the noise as he returned his gaze back to the unknown male. "Where do you come from?"